Chapter 93
- I'm in a daze. The stories I’ve told only to my diary come back in bursts. Could he be the man I’ve wished for?
- Could he be Daddy?
- I’ve already had to fight the urge to let the honorific seep from my lips. He’s pulling the deepest parts of me to the surface, and I want to make it real, but I have no idea what this is for him. I fight to keep my secret from slipping out, to keep from exposing the darkest parts of me to him, all the while inside my head my fantasies are playing in roaring, vivid technicolor.