I woke up a little after 7am that Saturday morning. I noticed him asleep on the couch as I came down the stairs into the living room. I didn’t want him to wake up and see me without make-up, my hair carelessly pulled into a ponytail and only wearing one of my dad’s old undershirts and plain, white cotton panties. So, I tiptoed through to the kitchen to quietly get something to eat. I was standing at the refrigerator with...