Chapter 18
- ~Ivory’s POV ~
- I carried the urn with tears in my eyes heading to nowhere in particular, I doubt my savings could last me for a month if I decided to lodge in a hotel with feedings. Tears rolled on my cheeks, I felt so miserable not able to secure my Dad's house.
- “I am so sorry, Dad, please forgive me, I caressed the urn with tears trickling down on the ceramic piece.