Lily squirms on the leather couch. And then her hand lowers towards her jeans. She retracts quickly and then checks over her shoulder. She looks straight into the lens, at the viewers, and stuffs a pillow in her face. The bottom of my stomach falls. I didn’t realize…it’s been that hard for her while I’m at my office during the day. “Lil,” I whisper. She drops my hand, her palms pressed to her face. I’m not sure if she’s even watching through her fingers anymore. Lily lies on the couch, her laptop on her legs. She looks around and then shuts her computer. Her hand descends towards her jeans but
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