Maybe he would be sympathetic? He felt incredibly stupid when he thought about it in hindsight. A terrible hurt laid in his eyes as he glared down at his daughter. “Everywhere,” she answered, at first while staring up at the stars, then after a pause she looked up at him. Porter tapped his finger on the front desk of the hotel he was checking into. “Where did that come from,” he said while trying to catch his breath. He did this for what seemed like forever. He reached out and Alice recoiled without any noise. Her eyes shimmered a beautiful blue as she studied the clothes, one after the other. “This is a 50/50 relationship, Al,” he added as he laid back down. When they were in his room, he did everything he could to act normal. She couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. This girl was younger than her, she had red hair that was tied up in a ponytail and a toned body.
