But just in time, I enter her and take over. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. I breathe in. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. It’s a bit sticky, almost hot to the touch. Like a monster from under her bed, I peer down at the sleeping little angel. I find both Grace and Kadir’s phones and take them into the hall. I want to leave most of the exploring for later. I continue down the hall to the last door, left open a crack in case the baby needs them in the middle of the night. Still holds onto girly little habits like stuffed animals. Damn, just so thick and heavy.. Her hair, her clothes, vanilla and cinnamon. I slide under these too, and feel immaculately smooth skin, soft as a baby, not a hair or blemish or flaw.
