Chapter 78

ARIANA'S POV

The weight of grief descended upon me like a suffocating blanket, wrapping me in its icy embrace and leaving me gasping for air. My father, the rock of our family, was gone, leaving behind a void that no amount of tears could fill. I did not know how to react. I had only three months ago started to process Flora's death, it was like life was just being cruel. I sat down on that cold floor resisting Rob's attempts to pull me up. I was in a daze. Confused and lost. And slowly, I began to wail. It came from somewhere deep within me, loud and painful.

As I sat in the hospital corridor, my mind numb with shock and disbelief, I watched my mother crumble before my eyes. My mother who had always been a pillar of strength now seemed small and fragile, her composed facade shattered by the weight of her grief. I wanted to reach out to her, to offer her comfort in her time of need, but I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to find the words to express my pain.

I didn't