Why Is All This Happening?

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

I'd tried to preserve my mental health in so many ways by asking myself the question why. Out of the billions of people in the universe, why did this have to happen to me?

The year before, when I was informed about Father's passing, it was said to be an accident.

I didn't get this at all.

I folded my arms across my shoulder and shut my two eyes, trying to picture how it all happened. It might have been that I misheard one or two things.

I was at the office, laptop on the table, coffe as well. We'd just concluded a board meeting. It was around that time that we were planning on releasing the first teaser for what we'd planned for better banking and saving at MBC. Gina was a lot of floors below mine--probably whiliing away time with Solomon.

It was then the call came in.

Like every normal phone call, I accepted and that was when the doctor dropped the bomb that Father died in car accident. He was brought in dead, by the way.

"Excuse me?" I could remember saying and