You have mail.

Getting back from a fun afternoon of shooting at people in Archery, Parker hit the button on her Inbox, then blinked. "Angelo?"

What now? There were two video files attached to his e-mail. The only words in the e-mail were:

Sorry.

Daddy sad.

( This couldn't be good. She opened the first file. And blinked at the datestamp: her birthdate. )

"Hi, Daddy."

( Happy Father's Day. )

Parker made it back to her room more by Braille and radar than anything else. After a long, hot shower, and slathering lotion on her feet, she curled up on her bed with Esme. It wasn't like the hallucinations or dreams could hurt her, or even seemed to want to. She just really wasn't enjoying them.

( The phone rang. )

Parker is talking on the phone ( Read more... )

( Sweetheart, )