Not Your Baby Girl

My grip tightened around the wooden handle of the rake as one relentless thought pounded inside my skull: *he saw me with nothing on.* My anger spiked higher the longer I looked at the infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face. Luke stood there completely at ease, radiating pure contentment.

Life was clearly treating him well. He had zero clue about the hell I was currently enduring, or