Chapter Forty-Four: Love Of His Life

I soon briskly leave my fathers room after helping him to the bathroom and getting him comfortable in bed, my body ached as I leant against his door to gather my thoughts. My legs were the first thing that felt like jelly, it even hurt a little to stand.

“Maybe I need to lie down?” I ask myself having to forcefully pull my body from the door as it was as though I had lost all of my strength, my hands wobbled and slid with sweat as I pushed at the door.

Once fully on my feet with no aid, my head began to spin as though I had been sat on the fastest fair ground ride of my life, this only leading to the bubbling sick down in my stomach to rise up and make me feel even worse. All I could think about was getting to bed and laying there until whatever was happening with me in that moment subsided, but that meant the hardest task of all was stood before me, getting there.

Vito’s house was beautiful and so spacious which is incredible most of the time, but now I had the task of walking