A waterfall put her to sleep and a waterfall is what she woke up to.
For a week she just lay in bed not wanting to face the world. To see the happy people and their sickening smiles. She barely ate. Barely slept. Memories of them -of him- would flood back every time her eyes closed. Even if for just a second.
The most tragic thing of all was that she hadn’t even seen him in six years by choice. Her choice.
Who was she to fell like that? How dare she call him father…