chapter 18

Everything happens faster than I can keep up. With each day that goes by it feels like I'm drowning.

I just lost my father and it doesn't help that I have cameras shoved to my face every angle I turn and I'm not left alone to mourn him properly.

I have arched my head than I can keep count and a permanent ache now tortures my neck. I have had my back patted more than I like. And I have been looked upon with sad, pitiful eyes that make everything much worse.

I'm not alone throughout the process. My stepbrother, Gareth and my father's good friend, Uncle Stanley are here too. But for the most part, I feel so lonely and burdened.

Grumpy left the moment we arrived at the hospital that day. While Uncle Stanley broke the terrible news about my father's death to me.

I knew his job here was done since he brought me safely to New York but a part of me wished, he at least said goodbye to me.

Now, I'm in the hall where my father's memorial will take place.

To me, everything seems rushed, but