Someone is knocking on my door. I respond by burying my face in my pillow. I know it’s my dad and he will go away after a few minutes. He’s the only one who knocks this early on a Sunday morning. He must be going to church.
I don’t understand why he keeps going there when God didn’t save his wife. Mum died on the spot and his God did nothing to save her.
Without meaning to, I listen to the sound of his car driving away. A knot tightens in my belly and I ball my fists on the bed. Dad will go to church and pray to a God that never answers prayers.
When the sound of the car completely fades, I get out of bed. I step out of my room a second after Calum does, we eye each other. “Hi,” I say.
“Hi.” He steps closer but there’s so much space between us. “Cathy, are you okay?” My head starts sha
