Stuttered
Each day, it was the same thing. As soon as Jemma’s father woke up from his nap, he was happy to see Jemma, but there was a particular look in his eyes that she had never seen before.
And then he proceeded to say something again.
“B-b-b-bar-,” he stammered. Jemma couldn’t make it out yet. But she was convinced that there was something that he wanted to get off of his chest. If only she had known the truth.