Iris's POV

I woke up with the sun in my face and his hands in my memory.

I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of the guest room, waiting for the shame to arrive. It came, right on schedule, a hot flush spreading up my chest and into my face the moment the full reel of last night played back. The pool. His hands under my dress. The sound he'd made when he found me soaking. My own voice saying Daddy like I'd been saying it my whole life.

I pressed both palms over my face and held them there.

My body still hummed. Even now with...