(Owen’s POV)
The house had finally quieted down.
Dad was settled in, surrounded by warmth and care. The nurses were on their shifts, the machines gently humming beside him, and the rest of us dispersed to our rooms, each of us carrying emotions too heavy to voice.
I was sitting on the edge of the leather couch by the window in my room, still dressed in the same clothes I wore the whole day. My blazer had been tossed carelessly to the side, the top buttons of my shirt undone. My sleeves were rolled up, forearms resting on my knees, hands loosely clasped.
The dark night sky outside the massive glass window stretched endlessly, black velvet with only a faint silver trace of the moon peeking through clouds.
I stared into it. Not blinking. Not moving. Just breathing. A slow, quiet kind of
