Cheryl POV
To be completely honest, everything that happened after dad practically lifted me into the house was a blur. I heard him call my mom. I felt arms around me just as lips kissing every inch of
my face nonstop.
I heard cries and whimpers, thanks and prayers, I heard several phones go off and knock by the door, I heard sirens and horning, voices and smell of breakfast but I was barely responding.
My heart wasn't there. My soul was far gone. I thought I could handle it, but I was just never strong.
I heard my dad saying. "Not now. She needs to rest." Almost every time, either the door opened or the phone went off.
I was in the living room that once blanketed and illuminated my heart by only sitting on the couch and staring at the tv screen, the place that I used to treasur
