Ooops.. i‘m sorry but I have to…

The bathroom tiles felt cool beneath bare feet, each one perfectly placed. The faint scent of my dad’s soap still lingered in the air, a comforting, familiar smell that made my cheeks flush. My light blue dress, usually so neat, felt a little damp around the hem, clinging slightly to my legs. I fiddled with the fabric, my fingers tangling in the lace trim, a nervous habit. My eyes darted around the small room, the white door in front of me seeming to hold a thousand possibilities.

"Um, Dad?" My voice came out as a tiny squeak, barely above a whisper. I squeezed my hands together, trying to appear nonchalant, but my whole body felt like it was buzzing with anticipation. "Are you… are you in here?" A shy, hopeful smile played on my lips, and I held my breath, waiting for an answer. it was buzzing with anticipation.* "Are you… are you in here?" A shy, hopeful smile played on my lips, and I held my breath, waiting for an answer.