After the shock of waking up covered in snow wore off, Ainsley walked until she found someplace to go. The first house in the distance. She could at least be warm. Maybe find a change of clothes that isn’t soaked in blood.
She hasn’t let herself think about that yet. Why it’s there. How it happened. If she thinks about it she might break. Or worse.
No. She can’t go down that path.
She’s barely been inside ten minutes when she hears the door open. And a familiar voice.
Eyes wide, she spins on her heel and marches back to the front of the house. “Dad?!” She doesn’t mean to let that word slip. She’s so careful to separate him from the role of ’parent’, always defaulting to the title of ’Dr. Whitly. But this situation, on the heels of the one she just came from, is a little too much. Formality is out the window.
Into the endless;
She hasn’t let herself think about that yet. Why it’s there. How it happened. If she thinks about it she might break. Or worse.
No. She can’t go down that path.
She’s barely been inside ten minutes when she hears the door open. And a familiar voice.
Eyes wide, she spins on her heel and marches back to the front of the house. “Dad?!” She doesn’t mean to let that word slip. She’s so careful to separate him from the role of ’parent’, always defaulting to the title of ’Dr. Whitly. But this situation, on the heels of the one she just came from, is a little too much. Formality is out the window.