“You’re a baby, a little girl.” Then something in me shifts. I don’t touch myself, but I close my eyes and let my stomach flutter while I think about what he’s doing and that he’s thinking about me while he does it. “Will you do something for me?” he asks. “I want you to say something. Just a few words. Will you do that? Will you say a few words for me?” I open my eyes. “Ok.” “Ok? Ok. Ok.” There’s some muffling, like he’s moving the phone from one ear to the other. “I want you to say ‘I love you, Daddy.’” For a second, I laugh. It’s just so ridiculous. Daddy. I
