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Siri wakes up in an unfamiliar place. It’s warm, the bed is way too big for her and comfier than what she’s used to. She’s blearily staring at a white washed brick wall. It looks nothing like her room at the boarding school. Even the smell in the room is different from what she was expecting, but it’s one she knows and likes nonetheless. Which still makes it odd.
She takes a look at a slept-in, wrinkled frilly uniform dress and knows she can't keep wearing it.
She remembers. Richard took her to Dad’s place. And Dad’s not here. Not anymore. Richard is dark, tall, handsome, muscular, clumsy but well meaning, he says he’s Dad’s friend and he does sort of remind her of him so she immediately trusts him: what else can she do?
Everything in the club speaks to her of Dad, she expects she will see him round every corner. She sort of knows the place, she’s been there a few times, long ago, enough that she can’t remember the occasions, only know that she was there before. Dad and she haven't lived together for years; he only visited on special occasions and it made her happy, but he didn't raise her.
He is... was loved by his friends, his students. Them, she never met before but it’s so obvious. They’re an aspect of his life she was no part of and she’s just discovering. She loved him unconditionally; maybe she was too trusting, too naïve yet to just realize that she didn't actually know him.