It took Martin thirty minutes to get to the hospital. Thirty minutes that felt like hours as I paced from my dad's room to the hallway. My mind was not settled, so was my body and soul.
Finally, he came and that counted as something, didn’t it? At least now, I will get a chance to say everything weighing me down. Maybe we can both come out with some clarity. But that depends on how the conversation is going to end.
As soon as he arrived, I led him to the hospital's parking lot. It was quiet down there, apart from the distant hum of traffic, no one could hear us, not even if my voice rose or if my emotions or hormones betrayed me. Which they probably would.
He stood there, arms crossed, eyes shadowed by something dark. I should have been the one angry, but he was already fuming before t
