The doctor's father.

The next morning, a beautiful sun wakes me up, dazzling my washed-out face. I feel very happy and complete. Dr. Mark is no longer next to me, so I get up and put on his slippers and his wool sweater that covers me enough to go out to the living room.

I look for him like crazy and when I get to the living room, I realize that he is sitting there with a new navy blue suit and his robe. He seems calm reading the newspaper, with a smile I approach him while my bare legs are more attractive with this sweater.

“Good morning.” I unexpectedly placed a kiss on his cheek as I sat on the couch and tried to draw in the warmth, running my hands along my arms. He looks at me very little, he seems cold and not the same as last night.

“Take a shower and you can take something from my closet.” He told me coldly.

“What are you talking about?” I say without understanding, while I look at him.

“I want you to leave.” He tells me furiously. “I don't want you in my house anymore until I need you.” You under