Vedant
I can’t believe that I’m back here already. Just hours ago, I had been here with Chiara. And in my mind, Iris had been alive.
So much has changed, but I’m right back where I started the day. This time, though, I ask for where my father is when I arrive at the front desk.
The nurse directs me toward some halls that are dimly lit. They seem to stretch endlessly as I walk down them.
By the time I’ve arrived at his door, there is a heaviness on my chest like an anvil. How much horror can one person witness? How many people can one man lose?
Before I can second-guess myself, I push the door in.
My father is there in that sterile-white hospital bed. He’s smaller than I’ve ever seen him, almost as fragile-looking as Mary Feen had been in her hospital bed. How had I not noticed h
