MYRA
I sit upright and look at Tamara. She looks delicate and uncomfortable at the mention of her dad’s name. With what I know, something about her dad is bothering her. It’s either the way he has never been there for her or he did something nasty to her.
I cross my arms on my chest and look around.
“What’s wrong Tammy? Did he do anything to you?” I hear Larry ask softly and shift my gaze to them.
“I don’t want him Larry.” She says amid sobs. “Don’t tell him” she wriggles on the bed to a point of breaking down.
I move my chair to her side and take her hand in mine as Larry caresses her hair. I don’t know why I’m doing this but there is force compelling me to do this.
I feel for Tamara. I feel for Larry and it somehow hurts me to see them like this. I don’t know them well but it fe
