Life had suddenly gone still, and I seemed to be the only one that existed. Dad died three days ago, and my sense of living seemed to have died with me.
I couldn’t bring myself to muster any energy in me to do the simplest things in life anymore. Duke and Doctor Martin had found me lying across Dad’s chest a few minutes after he died.
I held on to him for so long that they had to pry me off his body when the deniers came to pick him up. It had been a struggle as my head didn’t want to believe that Dad was going away for good.
I didn’t stay behind to watch them cart him away. I may have struggled with them and not allowed them to do their job at first but when they successfully pried me off him, I turned and walked straight to my bedroom, and I have not opened the door ever since.
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