RUBBY'S POV
I sat close to my Dad on his hospital bed, staring closely at him as if my eyes could bring back his memory.
Though he was awake, he wasn't with me. He kept staring past me, as though nothing had ever connected us before.
How had I been so careless not to have noticed?
I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat and reached for his hand again.
"It's me, dad. "Rubby, your daughter, your only daughter," I whispered in a trembling voice.
"How can you not remember me?"
In response, he painstakingly tilted his head in the opposite direction.
A fresh wave of pain flooded me. This wasn't happening. Today was meant to be one of the happiest days of my year, yet it turned into the worst.
I gently squeezed his hand, forcing a smile through my tears. "Did you remember the fi
