Paul shared everything he knew about the past six years when I was not here. I told him about my struggles to cure my son and how I ended up here in New York. I told him that I will be returning back to New York on the day of Erica’s wedding. The Paul I knew has never died; he just put a mask of arrogance in front of others. After about an hour, I left for the apartment with a heavy heart. After knowing that I am the reason for all the chaos in Erica’s life, even if it’s indirectly, I was not able to pull myself out of the guilt feeling. Deep inside me, I blamed myself for all the wrong happenings in Erica’s life. Somehow I reached my apartment and as soon as I reached my room I broke up. I fell to the ground and cried my heart out. I needed a shoulder to console me but none is at my re
