As these questions swirl around my mind, guilt swirls around my dad's mind. I know he blames himself but I also know that the blame should be pointed at someone else. The blame isn't my dad's punishment to carry. The blame should be carried by the people who killed my mom and who kidn*pped me, not anyone else.
The rest of the night passes quietly. My dad and I spend it separately. He works in his office while I study in my room. The house filled in silence so that if something happens the both of us can hear and react to it.
When midnight comes creeping around, I set my books down and head downstairs to say goodnight to my dad. I knock on his door by there is no answer. I walk in finding him fast asleep in his chair. I walk towards him quietly before touching his shoulder. He wakes wi
