Got the electric bill notice today. Red ink. Same as last month. Stared at that number until my vision blurred. Summer was sittin' there, eatin' cereal like it was any other day, all soft and quiet. Something in me just... snapped. Told her to put on that little sundress, the yellow one that shows her legs. Told her we were goin' to the Piggly Wiggly. My heart was poundin' like a drum. We walked the aisles, my hand on her back, pushin' her along. I showed her how to slip the good steak into her big purse, how to let a box of tampons fall on top of it. How to keep her face like an angel while her hands are doin' the devil's work. She was shakin'. I was calm. For the first time, I wasn't just usin' my own cunt to get by. I was usin' hers too, her innocence as the perfect damn cover. We got out. We got dinner. She didn't say a word. I poured a bath later, saw her sittin' in the water, just starin'. I wonder if she knows this is the real lesson I'm teachin' her. Not about boys or books. About how a woman's body, even an untouched one, is just another thing to be weaponized when the world wants to take everythin' else.