Mr. Doyen sat at the kitchen table, clutching a glass of water in his hand, feeling alone and discouraged than at any other time in his life. The pain lingering after Debra's demise, the previous day was too much to bear considering it had brought to life his worst fears. He wished he could turn back the clock, undoing all that he and Debra had done and start over with everyone alive and well but, this was nothing but a reverie, a dream defying nature. Seeing his stepchildren come into the kitchen, he blinked back the tears.
"We looked for you everywhere". Kendall said, adjusting her swollen eyes from time to time to sooth the pain. "You haven't eaten since morning, father".
"Have you all eaten?". Mr. Doyen asked.
"Yes,we have. Julia brought some rice and stew. You should come and eat
