I ended up beside my father, leaning on the headboard, legs pulled close to my chest. We spent a long moment of silence and mourning together until my father fell asleep. By the time there were no more tears left to cry, I pulled the sheets up to my father's chest and left the room.
My heart could have leaped out of my chest when I turn around upon shutting the door and see big brown eyes staring at me. Trevor stood so close to me as if he was about to go inside the room. I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him in curiosity.
"Were you about to go inside?"
He nods his head honestly and replies, "yes."
I lean on the door, heaving a sigh, "you know, you need not follow me around. I don't know what Ducan could have instructed you to do, but I'm sure keeping a close eye on me wasn't it. That's impossible, even he-"
