Loretta dashes to the living room

In a moment of quick thinking, Loretta spins around and dashes to the living room, her tiny bare feet barely making a sound on the hallway hardwood floor.

From your angle you can barely see the her grabbing a blanket from a chair and maternally covering it on her father.

"It was nothing, daddy," Loretta coos, pecking a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

The old farmer only responds with a loud snore.

With a big smile on her beautiful face, Loretta quietly sneaks back to the front door, which you hold open for her. You give her a light kiss on the forehead as she walks past you, slipping on some slippers on the porch. Connie had already left the house. As quietly as you can, you close the door behind you, leaving it slightly ajar, not wanting to risk disturbing her father again.