Chapter 4
The moment I enter the room, I know that this is it. It's been barely three weeks since Father told me he was dying, and he's deteriorated far faster than I thought he would. No matter how much I want Father to come back from this, there's no chance that he's going to and that knowledge haunts me with every waking moment.
And many sleeping ones.
All of the things we thought we'd do together, all of the promises we've made, they mean nothing to fate and time. Neither of us has broken them, and yet they might as well be floating on the wind.
Nahresi enters the room behind me, Cleo prowling along beside him. Father's bodyguard stands at the other side of the room, stoic despite the situation, his lioness just as grave. They wouldn't normally be in the room while I'm visiting Fat
