Chapter 129

• It’s been six weeks, six weeks since my beautiful father died. A death I caused. Blood is all over my hands.
• I am in a living hell with no escape. I killed my own father, my own flesh and blood. I was in bed for a month—the pain too much to bear. I don’t even remember the funeral. The doctor had me so drugged up for stress, I was a walking zombie. I have stayed with my mother since Dad’s death. I don’t want her to be alone because of me. I have made her lose her soulmate and in turn I have lost mine. I haven’t spoken to my love Joshua since the day Dad died.
• My life is a living hell and I have no one to blame but myself.