Daddy’s Good Girl
Zella
My sister whimpered in her sleep, her body jerking as she struggled through her nightmare. "No, no, I didn't mean to… no,"
"Shh," I whispered, stroking her hair. "It's okay. You're okay."
But she wasn't okay. Neither of us was. It was daybreak, and I was a mess. I had till sunset to get twenty billion. The sound of laughter from the living room filled my ears, and I had no idea why it made me furious, but it did.