Daddy’s Game
Putting on a false air of kindness, he asked, “Emma, how old are you this year?”
Emma didn’t turn her head or respond. She tried to act calm and indifferent, but sweat beaded on her forehead, and her whole body turned cold from fear. She knew exactly what that gaze meant—she understood the implication behind his question.
“She’s sixteen already. Why, do you think she’s prettier than me?” said Emma’s mother, May Lee. She wore a thin, short nightgown, her seductive face and curvaceous figure clinging tightly to the man’s arm.