Third Person POV
FEW MONTHS LATER
Erica flapped the cloth more forcefully than was necessary. She flapped it some more time before she turned to spread it on the line.
She was annoyed, and she knew it. And she wasn't ready to let go of the annoyance. It was the only thing keeping her alive now. The only thing that made her feel alive after his death.
Annoyance was better than the emptiness she felt after losing the two males that mattered in her life, and one of them to a trash.
As she turned to pick out another cloth out of the wash basin, her father walked past. As he walked past her, he glared at her, then muttered something under his breath before walking slowly into the house.
This only drove Erica's annoyance up.
She clenched her jaw, feeling the weight of her father's di
