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KAI’S POV

The harsh grip of sadness have wrapped its fingers around my heart like a suffocating vine, pulling me deeper into the depths of this madness that has held me captive for days now. I’ve become a prisoner within the confines of my room, a self-imposed exile from the world outside.

The taste of food had become foreign to me, and the sight of another human being that wasn't Alana or my children was a luxury I denied myself. My only companions were two empty bottles of potent whiskey, their contents now swirling in my stomach, numbing the seething pain coursing through my chest.

Alana left. She did. The stark reality of her departure has morphed into a relentless nightmare in my existence, one from which I can’t seem to awaken.

I was a man, deprived of his family, devoid of an heir, a hollow shell with no purpose, no reason to continue living. Here I was, sprawled on the cold, hard floor of my room, I lay motionless, staring at the top white ceiling above my head. Suddenly, the