Trish’s POV:
I spent three more days at the hospital after my father’s business, three days thinking of what to do when the time comes for me to leave the hospital.
On the day I was discharged, I was handed my phone and the black dress I’d worn on the unfortunate day when my life came crashing.
Bitterness washed over me as I dressed and then picked up my phone to see that I’d gotten not a single text message or a call from anybody. The reality that I was now alone in the world was so frightening, and it made me want to cry, but I built my resolve and promised myself then and there in that hospital that I wasn’t going to cry anymore.
Crying was for weak people. Strong and smart people didn’t waste their time crying, they spent it planning and carrying out their revenge. Which was wha
