Dew

Dan felt weightless as if he'd just been hit by a truck.

Long after Rebecca left, Dan remained by the kitchen island, lost in thought.

'No one liked her, she was always acting all self-righteous and stuff...'

Dan closed his eyes, his hand clenching. He wouldn't tolerate it, not anymore.

She couldn't keep badmouthing Lily, no, not in front of him.

'She had truly lost it. Then, father and mother never truly bothered anymore...'

Dan sighed.

Her family was messed up...it's not like his had been any better.

'...mom and dad never paid her much attention and I guess you could say she also wanted to be loved. She certainly wouldn't have gotten it from dad or mom...'

"Lily."

He buried his face in his palms.

'I wonder what she saw in you, Dan.'

"I wonder that too," he whispered.

Dan stood and made his way upstairs. His hand paused over the doorknob and he looked over at Lily's room down the corridor.

He sighed and opened the door.