Ruin Me Slowly, Daddy~~
Before I could settle into some semblance of normal conversation, Armando came striding in from the hallway, his expression serious enough to make the room stop for a second.
“The weather forecaster just announced that the snow is going to get worse tonight,” he said, glancing between me and Yssa, “and no one is advised to go out after dark.”
Yssa’s eyes lit up like Christmas had arrived early. She immediately turned to me, voice pitch rising with that desperate, almost theatrical energy she always carries when she wants something, “Daddy! Daddy! Bob has to stay over tonight! Please, please, please!” She leaned forward, almost imploring, practically bouncing on her chair as if sheer enthusia