EDNA
The week passed quicker than I expected. That Friday, my dad was finally discharged following a series of stubborn nags from him.
He kept saying he wasn't used to the atmosphere in the hospital and it was slowing down his recuperating process. So, I had to hasten up with the discharge formalities and took him home.
When Saturday arrived, I knew I could finally take a break from constant meetings, contract dealings and other official work.
These days, Malrick has been oddly quiet and it gave me a sense of unease. Initially, even when we were staying in his condo together, he would send me messages almost everyday to check on me. But these days, I received none.
I knew I shouldn't think too much about it, but it bothered me more than I would ever like. Something seemed to have chan
