Caspian's POV
She was scared, but not as scared as I was. I had just watched my father die. I had just witnessed the passing of Mr. Night, just like I saw my mother being moved into a morgue.
My fingers clenched tightly as I turned to look at her. She was putting on a white dress with a blue collar, which indicated one thing: she was the nurse taking care of my father.
Before I could say a word, she turned on her heels and left the room, running like she was being chased by some ghost. I didn't chase after her. I had a more important situation on ground than her.
Turning back to my father's dead body, I reached for his eyes and shut them properly. I wasn't supposed to care about him, but why in the world did my heart race the way it did? Why did it ache when all I've gotten from my fat
