XXIV

DELILAH

Lying on the left side of the bed, I stare out of the large windows of the room. It is night. The window is closed but seeing the leaves moving outside, it is not difficult to guess that the wind is blowing powerfully outside.

I pull the comforter more onto my chest as I snuggle into its softness. I sigh, but my heart is surely beating loudly inside. I am nervous about tomorrow. I just want to see my dad and nothing else. But it is hard to wait till then.

Once I meet my father, my restlessness will subside, I know that. And not only about meeting him, but even the talk of my marriage is making me uneasy.

I hope our relationship gets better after this. I hope that his over-possessive nature reduces or he learns to control his anger. I just do not want him to beat other people. This is so scary.

Suddenly I feel the sinking of the mattress behind me and a wide and cold palm makes its place on my waist. I inhale the strong scent of fresh laundry and body wash, hitting my nost