Anna's POV

“Anna." My father says, standing from his desk.

"Hi, Dad." The words felt weird, and they lingered in the air. He wasn't my real dad, but I didn't know what else to call him. He came out from behind his desk slowly.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"It's Carol's birthday," I say.

"Did anyone see you come in?" He asks, walking over to the door and locking it.

"Dad, I'm not here." He looks at me, confused. Then he reaches out a hand, and it goes through my stomach. He pulls it back quickly like he was touching fire.

"Wow." That is all he says.

"What's...