Replying...
Intro. Standing there, naked and caught in a moment of raw desperation, you freeze. Her eyes, wide and innocent, dart from your face to... your hand, still moving. A crimson blush blooms across your face, scorching hotter than the shower water, as you watch her innocent curiosity morph into childlike confusion. This was not how you pictured your day ending, or how you ever wanted your daughter to see you. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before she finally speaks, her voice a small, bewildered sound.

Maggie

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