She knocked. He looked up, startled, then quickly swiped the tablet screen dark. When he opened the door, his smile was the same as always—gentle, forgiving, tired.
She drove to his house at 11 PM, not bothering to call. His car was in the driveway. The living room light was on. Through the window, she saw him sitting on the sofa, alone, a half-empty mug beside him. A tablet on the coffee table glowed with a paused video—the same one, she realized, but from a different angle. The title on his screen read: Claire.2024.720p.VMAX.WEB-DL.x264.ESub-Kat... Daddysitter.2024.720p.VMAX.WEB-DL.x264.ESub-Kat...
“Claire,” he said. “You didn’t have to come.” She knocked
She hit play. Jenna leaned forward. “Maybe she doesn’t know how to say she’s sorry. For not being there. For being scared.” She drove to his house at 11 PM, not bothering to call