SCARLETT
"Bruno shared with me that you have expressed an interest in acquiring the skills necessary to fire a rifle and a shotgun. Is that anything that you can confirm?" It was a query from my mother's father.
I shrugged my shoulders as I proceeded to push him around the garden in his wheelchair as he looked at me with a confused expression. Yes. The few weeks that have just passed since we last spoke have in no way been good to us. The physical health of my father is deteriorating at an alarming rate. And it's not hard for me to notice that he's becoming worse with each passing day. In spite of the fact that he is making a determined attempt to conceal it from me, I have full confidence in the truthfulness of what I have to say. It's not hard for me to tell that he's having trouble ge
