Samara's POV
I tried to clean my tears as I hurried down the hospital hallways and towards my father's room.
The doctors, nurses, and even some patients looked at me with pity and curiousity. They probably thought that I just received news of a dead relative or friend. I didn't, but the paper in my hand contained heartbreaking information that can also be considered as the death of someone dear to me.
Finally, I burst through the door without bothering to knock. My father's frail body made me falter a bit and I hesitated on whether or not I should scold him. His head snapped towards me, and I looked at his eyes that were the exact same shade as mine, honey brown. The same eyes that crinkled at the sides whenever he smiled at me, the same eyes that glared at me whenever I did something wrong.
"How could you do this to me Dad?" I asked quietly even if I was fuming inside.
"Honey." He croaked out before clearing his throat. "What's wrong?"
