“Belle,” I was not entirely surprised to see Kyle sitting on the bed of the room I occupied when I emerged from the shower.
I had to admit I was not shy enough – correction, no longer shy enough – to stammer like a prude.
“Hey,” I said as I started picking what to wear for the day.
“I think I have overstayed my welcome here,” he said without preamble, making me draw a heavy sigh.
I turned to him, a hand placed on my hip in a demanding manner, “Is that you talking or Jake?”
“Belle, let’s be reasonable here,” he tried to reason with me. “You are his daughter. I am not family. Hell, what am I even to you? I don’t know anymore. I really think I need to leave,” he told me off-handedly.
But I could feel his emotions, his turmoil.
“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” I feigne
