Sebastian
The ability to work doesn't come easily to me for the rest of the day. Instead, I find myself sitting back in the chair with my fingers upon my lips as I take that moment to remember the woman my father is thrusting upon me as of tomorrow morning.
Those eyes were shrouded with thick black lashes, her glasses on the end of her nose.
And I can only imagine what was beneath her pencil skirt and button-down shirt.
I find I'm disgusted with myself when I open the top drawer, intent on bringing myself back down to reality. And I do; the picture frame with a photo of Beth, Melody and me before her diagnosis sprays ice-cold water over the strange fire desire to get to know this... Cassidy, more intimately.
I find myself asking, why her?
Why now, in this untimely manner, when evide
