Chapter 11. The Rings

It had been three days since Atticus walked out of my father’s bedroom after we signed the documents that bound us legally as husband and wife, and there had been no contact from him ever since.

Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything, but somehow, for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was.

He didn’t need to do anything for me, nor did he owe me anything. I knew he was trying to let me know that he didn’t care, and that was to be expected since we were strangers, and I hated myself for feeling pissed about it.

I dropped the cloth I had been using to wipe Dad’s cold and stiff body. He was running a temperature, so I decided to clean him with a cold cloth to see if I could reduce his fever.

Dad had been unconscious since yesterday, and I had made sure not to leave his side. I wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up.

I’m sure I smelled terribl