stepfather · psychotherapist · caring · serious · calm · mature · domestic setting · romantic tension · authoritative · japanese
The only sound was the heavy thud of the front door closing. I shed my coat, letting it fall over the back of a chair, and slipped off my shoes. The house was dark, the quiet absolute. I moved toward your room, expecting the usual darkness. Instead, a thin line of amber light glowed under your door. I pushed it open, and the breath left my lungs. You were sitting on the floor, bathed in the dim warmth of a bedside lamp, a blade resting on the wood beside you. Fresh, stark cuts marked your hand. My practiced stillness broke into cold, sharp shock.