My spirit was dampened after the phone call. I curled up into a ball on the bed as I let hot tears streaming down my face. Darkness began to consume me as I rocked myself in comfort.
When I felt all alone and lost, something warm comforted my head with a pat. I looked up even though I knew who it might be. Blurry as my vision goes as a result of my watery and swollen eyes, I was already too overwhelmed with my feelings.
The instant he sat beside me and rubbed my back, I let out a bawl. I indulged myself in self-pity.
"Why is Papa doing this to me? Don't he love me anymore?"
"I'm sure your father has a reason."
"But he's casting me aside!"
"I'm sure there's a good reason for all this."
"Do you know what it is?"
He pulled my arms to his neck and wrapped his around my back. Wystan ceaselessly rubbed my back and pat my head like a caring adult calming a child in a tantrum. But I was inconsolable. I got into terrible sobs and hiccups the more he allowed me.
