Chapter Seventy-Three: Afterlife

After sitting on the side of the road crying a little, Vito leads me back to the car and towards our new home. My head against the window again but this time, it wasn’t tiredness which flooded through me, but the intense gut-wrenching pain of grief.

When my father was at his worst, I did wonder if I would arrive back from work one day and find him laying dead on the floor due to his days of abusing his body. Back then, it’s sad to admit that I had sort of accepted that fact and knew what to do and who to call when I found him. But now I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and he was finally, getting better, I had silently told myself that I didn’t need to live in the fear of him passing away too soon, but I see how detrimental that had been for me now.

“I need to talk to the head of security; will you be okay in the car?” Vito asks mainly looking over at me rather than Jayden, where I send him a nod before looking back out of the window whilst he leaves the car silent on