The next morning, Brook ended up alone with her father in the kitchen. She was having some yogurt for breakfast while he was drinking coffee before heading out to work. Janice had already left, and the moment he said good morning Brook's face flushed hot and she could barely look him in the eye.

She felt bad, knowing he'd probably think it was because she didn't like him, but after everything she'd seen and heard the night before it was impossible to look at him. All she could think about was what he'd looked like fucking her mother blind.

She was wearing the same top she'd slept in, but before...