I squared my shoulders, blow a breath, moved my neck left and right, raised my hand to knock on the door, and before I could I quickly dashed back to the washroom across the hall. Made sure that my footfalls are light and that they wouldn't give me out.
Closing the door behind me I ensured that it was locked before I splashed some cold water on my face. My nerves were in a bundle. It's been exactly 12 days now without any communication between dad and me. 12 days of silence, 12 days of solitude, 12 days of ignoring each other, 12 days without sharing a meal, 12 days of not hearing his voice, 12 god awful days of pretending to not notice the pain he is in. Not just emotional but physical as well.
