Chapter 32 – Back at Home
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Crying did not even help in clearing my mind.
I remained hostile to my father along the way. Our unbearable ride turned to the worst when this man, Johannes Hertel, did not even shed a single word to pacify his wailing daughter.
He accepted all the piteous hits that I threw his way while keeping his mouth shut. It gets on my nerves, when he sighs helplessly, as if what he is suffering is nothing but a trivial matter that he could easily brush off.
This is a matter of life and death for Calvin and me.
My father, of all people, has no right to set it aside as if there were little to none to account for in this event. That is just so f**k up wherever I look.
“Pam was able to pass the critical stage. Thankfully, it was just a mild concussion without any
