Jordan had his eyes fixated squarely on the blue sky, his eyes wide open but seeing nothing. It was the morning of the next day but he was still indoors, just staring blankly at the sky through the opened window. It all felt like a dream and he was yet to grasp the reality of what had happened the previous night. His father was dead! The old man was dead, gone and never to be seen anymore. It was unreal and Jordan was still in shock.
Never in his wildest dream had he imagined that he would lose his father that soon. Never had he thought he would return from his dinner to meet his father's corpse. The bloody image was still very much vivid in his mind and all his efforts to wipe it off were futile. It was all he saw when he closed his eyes, all he saw when he stared at his hands: the same
