Lenore
I only lay on the couch for a few minutes before getting up. I pick up my phone, dial my father's number, and sit on the bed.
"Lenore?" My father's voice speaks, and my eyes well with tears.
"Daddy," I say and almost sob.
"Sweetheart, is everything alright? You haven't called in a few days," My father sounds concerned. "Judith told me that you weren't doing well there."
I wonder if I should tell the truth or not, "I’m fine, Daddy. I just got out of the hospital.”
“What?!” He screams. “What did that son of b***h do to you?”
“Calm down, Daddy,” I speak softly. “I was injured while fighting rogues,” I explain.
“Lenore,” Dad drawls.
“I’m fine now, Daddy. Trust me,” I sigh. I miss hearing his voice, and I try not to cry.
“So, how are things otherwise?”
I am quiet for a second,
