Alisa
I stopped at the doorway of dad's room, holding the bouquet and box of chocolates I had gotten for him, with my bag hung on my back. The train ride was not so long and I got to Edison before nightfall. I did not dare turn my phone on after those piles of texts sent by Drey aimed at making me frustrated through the weekend.
I studied my dad's form from the door. Tall, lanky that fact I would owe to how long he had spent within these walls. More grey hairs were scattered along with his head, and I made a mental note to help him dye it this weekend the way I always did before everything changed. Monitors were beeping all around him, and he looked awful in that hospital gown, I would give anything to see him in regular clothes again.
His chest rose and fell with each breath he took
