Chapter 153

With her room being just as quiet as her mind, the first heavy wave of grief had hit Ivory some time around 2 in the early morning and she had felt her eyes burn with tears. She did not cry, but simply let the emotions consume her. Seating on the couch in her balcony, with a blanket wrapped around her to fight off the cold of approaching winter and her legs tucked close to her chest, Ivory stared, blankly, at the darkness that was outside. How was she supposed to handle this? She couldn’t bring her father back, no matter how much she wished it, but, she didn’t know how she was supposed to move on. How did people do it? How did she survive after her mother’s death? Ah, that’s right, she had her father. Then, he still showed some semblance of affection to her. But now, he took was gone and there was no one to offer her that same affection and warmth, and the thought, hurt, a lot, till the point that she began regretting her decision to find the truth of her mother’s death. Because withou