Her father, Chris, occupied the archway, casting a long, distorted shadow across the linoleum. His normally clean shirt was hanging out of place, and his normally dull, flat grey eyes…
Tiffany and het father
Her father, Chris, occupied the archway, casting a long, distorted shadow across the linoleum. In stark contrast to the sudden, suffocating heat that was now emanating from the hallway, Hate…