EVE.
The drive back to the pack had been silent, the kind of silence that sat heavy in your lungs. When the bus hissed to a stop at the station, I couldn't bring myself to grab a cab. I needed the walk. Thirty minutes of quiet pavement and street lamps to get my head straight.
My father was a bad man. Everyone knew it. I knew it better than anyone. But now he was dead. And no matter how much I hated him, the thought kept circling in my head like a dog chasing its tail: did he really deserve to die?
I mean... He was still my father. That had to mean something, right? Even if it meant nothing good. So, it was normal to feel the way I felt at the moment.
I had called Mum and she confirmed the news to me. She seemed just a bit sad. It felt like she'd been preparing herself for this moment
