I face Cain and cock my hip, catching my breath over the affection he's showing me. "What do you think, Daddy?" It just slips out. Cain's easy demeanor stiffens, his smile collapsing. And everyone in the store seems to hear, turning to look at us like bugs under a microscope. "I-I mean—"

"Daddy?" I cringe at the outrage in the doctor's voice. "I thought she was your wife, sir. You've been...I saw you—"

"Forget the glasses. Just charge me for the goddamn contact lenses," Cain snaps. "Hand them over so we can get out of here."

"Gladly," sneers the doctor, sailing toward the back of the store.

The silence that...