Chapter 5

That tiny, torn piece of paper was the last straw for my dad.

He just stood there, staring at the words, frozen in place.

Then, like all the strength had been sucked out of him, he collapsed to the floor.

He didn't cry or scream.

He just held that scrap of paper and curled up next to my body, small and helpless like a child. Then he let out a wild, broken howl.

It was a sound no human should ever make.

It was full of regret, despair, and a pain so sharp that it could tear someone apart.

At…