Chapter 41 The Hard Truth
- IZZY’S POV
- The room felt smaller the longer I stayed in it. I couldn’t stop staring at him, my father was sitting there in that wheelchair, helpless. His hands rested on the armrests, unmoving. I wanted to scream, to shake him, to make him move just once to prove it wasn’t real.
- “Dad,” I said, my voice low but sharp. “Look at me. Really look at me.”