When I came back to our camp, the car was gone. So were Mom and Henry. Daddy sat on one of the logs around the fire pit.
When I walked into the clearing, he stood and handed me my backpack.
"They're going into town for supplies while you and I go hiking."
I smiled and took the backpack. Daddy took my hand and led me from the camp. We didn't talk much as we walked, and it seemed Daddy was in a hurry.
"Where are we going?"
"Far enough from the campsite that they won't hear you if they get back before I want them to."
"Daddy," I whispered.
"Fuck." He stopped to adjust himself. "I love it when you call me that."
He pulled me along for about ten more minutes until we came to a small clearing. He'd always seemed more chill than my mom, but this powerful side of him turned me on more tha
