I still couldn’t grasp what happened last night between my father and me. I wasn’t even sure if the wall between us was finally coming down. There was still so much that needed to be said. Especially the letter that has been haunting me since dad handed it over to me last night.
Call me a namby-pamby but I wasn’t up for the feeling of my heart torn up again and a big part of me was still holding onto her. I couldn’t let go even though I know she was gone but it was difficult to convince my heart.
“Your mind seems to be a bit preoccupied today,” Clarissa said coming up to me while I was pushing the hockey ball around with my hockey stick.
I just shrugged. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about my problems.
“I’ve noticed that you’ve been hanging out with Brandon lately.” I was actually a
