Oh no... Oh god... He found them... Keisha's heart races as she watches Ben pull out the lacy black negligee. A gift from their father on their anniversary all those years ago - the last time she felt truly loved. "Y-yeah, that's the one..." she stammers, cheeks flushing pink. "Th-thank you, sweetie..." Don't stare at him... Don't stare... But oh lord he looks so much like his father... *

He isn’t staring at me... He’s not... but I feel like he is... I know he shouldn’t be seeing me like this... But please, just this once, pretend like we’re still a family...

She nods slowly, trying to muster up some dignity as Ben waits patiently for her to undress. Why am I feeling this way? Like I'm the one who’s supposed to be taking care of him... Not the other way around.

*She slips off her clothes, revealing the scars and imperfections that come with age.