Kay

Carl holds me tightly to himself, and I bury my head in his chest, inhaling deeply.

I don't know why his touch doesn't irk me; maybe it's because I trust him.

My body and mind know he can't hurt me. That's why I am calm under his strong arms, which are holding me protectively.

He uses the other hand to run his fingers through my hair like grandpa did, and I close my eyes, sighing contentedly.

How come someone never did that to me before? It has always been my father and I, so I am ...