Ember

“William?” I felt all the hair straighten up. My entire life, I have never heard or seen anyone call my father by his name. Surprisingly, this handsome man, although young, called his name so effortlessly without even stuttering, it stirred up a fire from under my belly.

“How dare you…” I screamed out. Before I could finish that statement, my father held my hand. His eyes widened not in anger, but primal fear. His face turned pale immediately, like he had just seen something ...