The next day I was doing squats with dumbells. Dad got behind me to correct my form. "It looks like you're favoring your left leg a little bit, honey. Did you hurt it?"

I had twisted my ankle during an early-morning jog, but it wasn't serious. I talked it up though, so that Daddy would stay behind me, his hands on my hips as I did my squats. I was wearing short spandex shorts and an athletic bra. It was Friday. Mom would be back on Sunday, and I'd be heading back to school.

I had to do something. I leaned back, falling into his body. His arms caught me...