CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Days crawled by and I stuck by father’s side all this time. Most of the days I’d catch him staring at mum’s portrait hanging on the wall in the living room, that distant look of broken man, lost in the thought of his dead wife, planted squarely in his face. It broke me to see him like that every day and knowing that I could never reach deep inside him and erase the pain he felt. El had gone back to school to prepare for her midterms and after convincing him I was okay, Ryan had gone back to modelling following a one month hiatus. Reagan would call me once in a while just to check up on me and at this point, I found myself getting closer to Sheila, our friendship getting much stronger. In short, everyone’s life around me seemed to be going on except mine.
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