He got up and saw he had cute tinyfeet. He walked to the mirror and looked at himself. He looked well, likeEmma only younger, well an 8 year old verio... of Emma. Long blonde hairflowing to his waiste. A feminine outline and a fanny, a real fanny."Your name is Andrea," said Emma. "You are my daugher and must call memummy." Yes mummy," replied Andrea. He had a very girly voice.Andrea was told to sit by her vanity table (she had a vanity table now)whilst Emma brushed her long hair what seemed like. "Good morning, I am Alexi, but please call me Alex. I am the director of purchasing, supply, and logistics. I've been with the company for seven years now and I look forward to working with our new team members from Ritter. Thank you." As Alexi finished her sentence and started to sit down, two tall men sitting furthest away caught her eye. She did not look their way but weirdly felt their intense gaze on her. She returned her attention to the people introducing themselves. Soon enough,. I took his hand as I said,” A daughter is someone you laugh with, dream with, and love with all your heart.” “Just you remember that Keith.”I looked him in his eyes. I slapped him across his face as hard as I could. Keith just looked at me.”That was for ignoring me and anything else you might think of later,” I said to him as I stormed from the family room.Those words about a daughter would come back to haunt me someday. I continued to run his business while he attended to Megan. Just as Megan. Once outside, I look from side to side first, checking the illuminated space by the walls, hoping in vain that maybe he just desperately needed to relieve himself, or something else stupid and obviously untrue.Come on. Get back here. I look carefully through all the available light. I don’t see him and he doesn’t respond when I call to him. Fuck. I hear it. A deep, breathy hiss. Like the first gust of air from a long sealed tomb. In the movies, I mean. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This.