Twenty-Seven
An excruciating sadness filled my heart as I entered a van where my father lay, suffering from his wounds. Deep down, I doomed life as unfair, although at the same time wondering why it even should be. I had just regained my father, and now I was losing him. I knew he would die from the moment I knew that he was with the Sub. It was foolish to try and save him. But at least it gifted us with this moment. Our first and last.
Questions roamed my mind incessantly. Who was I? And why could I see fate with such clarity now? Were those future memories something that would happen outside my control? Up until now, it seemed so. And what I saw with Rahab scared me. Those vision were maybe the only ones that did.
My father looked pale and sick from the wounds. Deep wrinkles covered h
