He sighed and then got out of bed. I didn't dare say a word, but after he put on a robe, he looked at me and said, "Come with me, Corinna. We'll have a bath."
I was surprised, but I didn't want to anger him, so I got out of bed and found my nightgown. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom, then ordered the omegas to leave us alone. He undressed and stepped into the tub. I took off my nightgown and followed him. I sat next to him, but he moved to sit between my legs and lay his head on my shoulder.
"I drank too much last night," he said with his eyes closed.
"Where does it hurt?" I asked.
"My head is banging," he replied.
There had been a few occasions when my father drank a little too much, and he felt the same the next day. My mum used to put a damp cloth on his forehead to
