Her scream jolted me, but I still stood rooted as she ran to the bathroom. Part of her neck and her palm was red and she hissed as the water touched her. I remembered her father, and finally moved. I took her palm tenderly and led her away from the water. “I'm sorry". I said remorsefully. She sniffed, wincing in a way that was definitely not entirely true. I sat her on the bed and absent mindedly looked for balm. I found it and applied it on her scalded skin. “I'm sorry". I said again.

She whimpered. “I'm sorry I couldn't get the address from my dad. You knew he...