Her nose scrunches, and she looks away while she thinks for a moment. “I fell asleep for a bit after I got off the phone with Jamie. I might have forgotten.” Sighing, I just look at her. “Don’t give me that Dad look,” she warns. “Because you’re looking a bit red yourself.” “I’m fine.” Eyes narrowed, she lifts the hem of my T-shirt and smacks my stomach. I flinch. “Fuck, Sabrina. Christ.” It feels like she threw scalding water at me. It’s then that I glance down and see the stark white handprint left behind on a very red canvas. “Well, shit.” Guess I forgot too.
