She was bone tired, and frightened by the bleakness of her own future. She had been her father’s unpaid housekeeper for a decade, but now he wanted to remarry.
“What happens to me now?”
She hadn’t realised she spoke aloud until a deep voice came from the doorway.
“You could marry somebody who has loved you since he was ten years old.”
She turned to look into his honest face.
“Why did you never speak before?”
“You think I didn’t?”
“Oh. I hate my father,” she sighed, before offering the young giant in the doorway her hands and her lips.