Chapter 19: Unforgiven Memories

*Many Years Ago…*

Willow said nothing as Mary ran her hand across her bare back. “Willow, are you sure you want this?” Mary asked, and Willow shook her head after a pause.

“…No,” Willow grumbled. “I thought that this kind of touching would make me feel better.”

“Massages don’t really relieve stress if you don’t let yourself be…de-stressed?” Mary shook her head. “What I’m saying is, are you sure about this?”

“No,” Willow replied. “But talking to the guy in charge, aka my father, is the fastest way to get to the bottom of this.”

“It was just one denial,” Mary replied with a quirked brow. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“It wasn’t just one,” Willow returned. “These kinds of things are handled by machines and programs, they’re normally not messed with.”

“Oh,” Mary blinked. “So, uh, if you don’t mind me asking,…why do you hate your dad?”