Chapter 65
- Noah
- I placed my hands by my side, taking slow steps towards where my father lay on his bed, I brushed a hand over my hair as I sat on an antique chair, just beside the bed.
- "Noah, why haven't you been coming here? Is it because I'm sick or are you waiting for me to die?" I heard my father slowly utter out. I licked my lips, lowering my head as I answered;