Chapter 152
- PART OF THE BETROTHAL
- Minutes later!
- The one hour flickers so fast for someone engrossed in a zillion thoughts and swimming in a quagmire of unanswered questions. In a blink, my father is lifting the oxygen cup off his nose and kicking it aside, and in the next minute, he is stumbling to sit down. I try to stop him, but he waves me off.