Daddy started to scoot his chair back, but I was out of mine first and was in front of him before he finished standing up. I grabbed him by both wrists and looked him in the eye. "Please, Daddy. Let me help. Talk to me!" I pressed my argument by simply pressing myself against Daddy's chest. My breasts pillowed out against his chest and I hugged him. "Please, Daddy. I love you and I just want to help you."

We stood silently for a long minute. Daddy's arms went tight around me and I was sure I felt a throb against my thigh. "I love you too, Megan," Daddy whispered....