Michael.
The ticking sound of the wall clock was the only sound in the living room. I sat with my father, neither of us saying a word, at least not yet.
Of course, the air smelled like lemon tea and bourbon, his usual mix.
He was sprawled on his favorite sofa gazing out the glassy window in silence like someone who was lost in their thoughts, but that wasn’t why I was here.
My mind raced with so many questions, we never got to discuss the cause of Heather's dramatic can’t just outside his door, even as he heard what happened he didn’t make a move, he just remained in his room u bothered. Which was weird because she had him wrapped around her manicured fingers.
Maybe the fainting was all an act but when she hit her head on a hardwood she fell straight into a coma.
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