All I could think of while showering was my father. No matter how hard I tried to turn my thoughts in another direction, I could not shake the thoughts about him.
The pain he probably went through when they told him that I was gone... the sole crushing agony must have been too much for him. His heart broke and... well, stopped working.
I wanted to go to the hospital, to hold his hand... but I didn't think I could take it right now, not without completely crumbling to peaces that I am not sure I would be able to pick back up. And what good would it do for either of us me breaking down right now? If the break in showed me anything, it is that Oliver's family wanted to stop until I was dead, and they will not take any chances this time, I am sure. So the best thing would be to keep my dist
