Felicity
Drew just shared the news of my father's passing, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow my fault. Had this been the weight he had been carrying since childhood?
I could sense his anguish; it was overwhelming to absorb. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling him tremble against me. His tears soaked my neck, a sight I had never witnessed before. It was unfamiliar, so I offered him comfort.
We remained in that embrace for about five minutes when he suddenly looked at me and asked, "You don’t hate me, do you, Felicity?"
It would be dishonest to say I wasn't hurt by everything that had transpired; I had been kept in the dark. Yet, deep down, I realized how much I loved Drew. He was just a child when all of this occurred. I shook my head, a small smile b
