Keira’s POV
I followed Papa home as it was too late to head back to my apartment. It was already dark when he drove us home. Other than a few passing comments about good weather, Papa did not say much, so I figured it was time to bring up the thing that had been eating at me.
Giving him a passing glance from the passenger’s seat, I went for it. "I noticed you took out Mom’s stuff the last time I came home."
I did not think it was going to affect me the way it did when I no longer saw her stuff in the house. They always made me feel like she was still there with us. But now that he had taken them out, I was forced to accept the hard truth.
He was silent for a while, and I did not care about feeling like an asshole for pushing it, but I did it anyway. "Why did you not even ask me abou
