Caroline's Pov:
"Dad I don't know how to feel" The back of my throat burned hot from trying to hold back tears
I paced the open space in my father's bedroom, worrying about the future and how things could unfold horribly.
My father had not gotten up when I arrived, I left the house too early and rushed here before going to the office
"Can you open the windows at least Caroline, I'm sure it's past 9 am already" My father was sitting on his bed but still tucked in
"Dad, what if it comes back to me, what if they carry out the test and it leads them to me, what are they going to do to me, I never intended for things to go this way"
"Caroline please open my windows" My father requested again
Only now did I notice his demeanour, I stood to observe his face, he was unfazed, he didn't
