I met Dad halfway down the stairs. He seemed a little rattled, and as always, a little gloomy. There was no mistaking that fatigue and fear ravaged his body. He looked cadaverous; it made something deep in my heart twist painfully, and caused a rush of anger or was it anguish; it plod through me.
He didn’t deserve this.
“Oh hey, are you okay?” He asked; zoning back from his thoughts and seeming to have seen me only for the first time while coming up the stairs. He eyed me closely; his eyes roaming, as if looking for a place where I had been hurt. His eyes were shrunken in. “I was just coming up to check on you.”
I faked a smile. “I’m alright. Grace patched me up.”
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a short moment. It felt like him and Sam were still having a hard time coming
