Chapter 13. Uncle Jason

Life had suddenly gone still, and I seemed to be the only one that existed. Dad died three days ago, and my sense of living seemed to have died with me.

I couldn’t bring myself to muster any energy left to do the simplest things in life anymore. Duke and Doctor Martin had found me lying across Dad’s chest a few minutes after he died.

I held on to him for so long that they had to pry me off his body when the deniers came to pick him up. It had been a struggle as my head didn’t want to believe that Dad was going away for good.

I didn’t stay behind to watch them cart him away. I may have struggled with them and not allowed them to do their job at first, but when they successfully pried me off him, I turned and walked straight to my bedroom, and I have not opened the door ever since.

I’ve had multiple people who I couldn’t be bothered to identify come up to my door and knock to ask me if I was okay, but I didn’t utter a word to them.

Somehow, Duke had manag