'Besides, why stop someone who's already determined to go?'
I looked at Craige's back and I felt a really deep ache in my chest.
'No. Begging Mom never really did Dad any good. Except make him look more miserable.'
But I badly wanted to reach out to him.
'Stop it! You're already miserable enough as it is.'
I didn't even realize that I was tearing up until my vision blurred from the brimming tears. I quickly turned my back while biting my quivering lips. Then I lifted my gaze towards the ceiling to push the tears back wherever they came from.
With him still in the room, crying would be the last thing on my to-do-list.
'Please, not now.'
I repeated the same words in my head as I listened to his retreating footsteps.
As soon as I heard the door close, I squeezed my eyes shut while taking a deep and shaky breath.
My head was in a jumble.
