A dress was already kept out for her on her bed when she came out of the shower.
Church, she concluded by just looking at the dress. They were going to church. But the question was, why were they going to church, for it was not even Sunday.
Joyce was still a little scared after what had happened last night. The brunt of her father's anger had been taken by her brother and she was not going to get into crosshairs now, especially when she could be someone who could end up as collateral damage.
She wore the dress that had been laid out on the bed before gathering all her hair into a ponytail. The swelling had gone down a lot.
The rumble of her fathers car made her run to the window and look from the corner of it. He left.
Her father left the estate.
Muttering a quick prayer to God, she thanked him for sending her father out of the house or whatever situation had popped up.
Now she felt at ease as she walked out of her room and into the kitchen where she found her mother.
