I still see Father wherever I turn. I can't tell Furley about it, I don't even know if he would understand, he probably would but I don't know if I'm ready to share it. I still have nightmares of Father just hitting me. I hope that gradually Furley will heal me of all these scars. They bleed afresh at night and he doesn't even know it. He doesn't see my tearstained pillow or my wet cheeks. He doesn't see the broken little girl I am, he sees the woman he loves, I hope I live up to what he thinks I am.
