CLAIRE
I rush to my room after talking to Erik, and that's where I bawl. Like a child whose candy has just been taken away, I cry my eyes out until my throat already feels raw. When the door slowly opens, I stop crying to take a look at who it is.
My vision is blurry from the tears, but I see that my dad is peeking through the door. He looks hesitant to go inside, but when he sees how much of a mess I look, he lets out a soft sigh before going in. He sits beside me, and I lay my head on his lap, just like what I used to do when I was young.
"He's leaving, daddy," I whisper, sniffling.
"Did he say where he's going?" He asks as he strokes my hair and wipes my tears.
"He's going back to Los Angeles."
"Did he mention when he's coming back?"
"He said he's not sure. He's not even sure
