Chapter 6

When I woke up, Dad was sitting right there by my side, his eyes all red.

He looked like he hadn't slept at all.

I instinctively shrank back a little.

There was an IV needle taped to my hand, and my arm felt icy cold.

My arm felt icy cold.

I knew I should say something, but for some reason, I just couldn't remember how to speak.

Dad asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

I nodded. The pain was gone.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

He reached out, wanting to touch my hand.

I instinctively pulled back, watching him warily,…