CHAPTER 7.
Sheila.
Life is brutal.
You could argue all you want that there are sweet parts of life. Some people clung to the belief that there are more good moments than bad, but that's not what I'm talking about. Life is brutal because it keeps on coming.
One hit after the other, knocking you down. You don't have time to get up and brush off the dirt.
Life doesn't acknowledge pain and the need to pause when it hits. We need to breathe, and life doesn't care. It doesn't stop and it doesn't grant reprieves.
In short: life can be a coldhearted bitch and that was what fueled me as I got down from the uber I ordered to your father's mansion.
Throughout the ride, I was nervous about confronting my father and the closer we got to the house, the more I felt like I was getting closer to my doom.
