Chapter 159 Diego Has Been Called Many Things

• I made my way through the crowd with polite smiles and gentle apologies. At some point along the way, Abraham intercepted my path and now he's by my side. I try to add space between us, but each time, he moves with me, closing the distance, until by the time we reach the car, we might as well be arm in arm. He even ran home to change into a pair of khaki pants and a blue plaid with buttons. Interestingly, the same shade of blue as my dress.
• I glare at him, but quickly wipe it away as some of the church men help dad out of the back seat and into his wheelchair. Unlike mom, he has definitely lost weight. He also seems to have aged five years, his skin is pale and his jowls are starting to sag.
• Carefully I wrap my arms around him in a hug, afraid to squeeze too tight.