DYLAN
"I want you all to know that I love you. Much more than you can ever know, and I'm sorry that my naïve cowardly actions drove such a huge rift between us for years, I can never forgive myself for that." Our father rasped weakly.
"Don't say a word, dad… save your energy and focus on getting better." Savannah whispered, tears streaming down her eyes as she held onto his hands. She sat on a chair right beside his bed, I was okay with leaning against the wall. Ma sat in a couch at one end of the ward, her legs tucked under her, eyes red-rimmed from crying so much.
"Where—" A painful fit of coughs racked his frail body for a moment, cutting of whatever it was he was going to say. "I-is Brielle coming?" He asked when he had recovered.
"Yes, she's on her way." I informed him, my jaw clenching real hard to sooth the painful lump in my throat. I had to be strong for my mother and sister, even though I was feeling anything but strong.
