*Henry*

Mae sat on the window sill, looking out at the twilight sky. She was wearing thin, short-shorts with a light and semi-see-through top. Her hair was down and wild; it shone beautifully in the fading light of the sky.

Henry stood in the doorway just staring at her for a moment, soaking in her beauty. He wondered how long she had been sitting here alone and when April left.

He took in a sharp breath and tried to prepare ...