Chapter 145

• APOLOGIES
• Catching the sight of my father on his sick bed paralyzed me on this spot for minutes. My limbs went numb the moment I ambled in. All the cells of my body died minutes ago when I caught sight of his pale, weary face. I am unable to mumble a word, and the only thing speaking for me are the tears flowing freely from my eyes.
• At least he is not connected to the tubes, but he is so worryingly pale. He looks so defeated by pain. He looks like the pain has taken a toll on him and sucked all the energy from him, rendering him helpless to battle this agony.