ZANE
Just like that, he was dead and I didn’t know what to feel. The machines had gone still, the beeping had flatlines and the room had gone silent… eerily at that and it felt like the world knew it had just rid itself of something rotten.
When I had lost my mother, it hurt and it felt like I was dying too, but this man? My own father? I felt nothing for the bastard.
No grief clawed at my chest, no tears burned the back of my eyes and no memories flashed through my mind, demanding to be remembered. He simply wasn't worth it.
I couldn’t even dare feel anything after all the things that I had found out not too long ago. About how my father had made my mother suffer from his infidelity.
Maybe this is his karma, dying such an awful death after everything. Why did he think it was okay
