“Time of death: 10:41am.”
The words seemed to be heard 由 Dean and me, but not registered. Neither of us moved, and I felt unstoppable tears begin to blur my vision. This was Dad. He couldn’t be gone. Not now.
But he was, the voice in my head told me. And 你 never gave him a chance.
I ignored the voice and returned to the unreal situation, I turned my head barely noticeably towards my brother on my left. I hoped he didn’t know I was watching him, but I knew what this could do to him, and how he’d felt about Dad. In my gut I knew that the pain I was feeling right now (although it...
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