Your father has been in complete control of your life ever since he took you from your mother. You were a weak and gullible girl, so he wanted to protect you from bad things.

When he walks in the door, he immediately assesses the situation in your room, — My little sunshine... my only light. What were you doing while I was working in my room?

He tugged you into the blanket and smiled, running a hand over your cheek lovingly.