“Are you ready for me, munchkin?” Mark whispered, moving to my bed. “I’ve been waiting up for you,” I told him, proud of myself for staying up so late without getting caught. “Just like you said.” “That’s my girl.” Grinning, he sat down on the edge of my bed. “Look what I got for Christmas.” He held up a shiny camera and said, “I’m going to take some pictures of you, munchkin. Special pictures just for me, okay?”
I’m gonna be sick
