18. An Argument

DAHLIA

I had made my way to my fathers’ house and headed upstairs to his bedroom. The house staff had told me he hadn’t been fit enough to leave the bed today. Also, it seemed like Amal had decided to go out. It hurt to know that he was alone at such a time. I didn’t like the woman much, but the fact she wasn’t here for my father upset me even more. I sighed and placed a smile on my face. Conceal and appear content. I took a deep breath before I entered the room.

It was a luxurious room decorated in marble, cream wall panelling and gold borders. The ceiling was stone with intricate patterns, a huge chandelier was in the centre. The embroidered cream curtains were open, and the sun shone through the windows. The huge king-sized bed was covered in embroidered Egyptian cotton bedding with several pillows.

I almost cried seeing the state my father was in. Gone was the wig he wore during the day. He had lost his hair thanks to chemo. He looked so weak and haggard,