Chapter 25~

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"Hanna," I croaked.

"Is everything alright?" she picked up on the first ring.

I already texted mom, I didn't get a reply yet.

"He's dead. My dad woke up and died."

The sound of his last breath was traumatising, a sound that no one could forget once it was heard.

"No! Was it just now? Where are you?" she panicked.

"No, it's been a few hours. I needed time to myself, been walking around and just...thinking."

"Grace, Xavier's sentence! You're father is dead, now he's going to be in there longer!"

I groaned. I had been so absorbed in my thoughts of dad that I had forgotten about Xavier.

"And you shouldn't be walking around like that. You should be with someone. Where are you? I'll meet up with you," she shuffled from the other end, most likely to grab her purse.

If I had to be with someone, I could only think of one person who I wanted with me.

"It's alright. I'm going to Cameron's. I haven't told him yet," I decided and looked for the nearest bus stop.

"Great, okay. Yeah, you be with him. Stay as long as you need, maybe have a coffee or talk over beer. As long as you get it out if your system, do anything you need," she instructed.

Since when did she become a professional therapist?

"What's wrong with just staying alone?"

"You witnessed death. You watched him die. I might not have seen one with my own eyes but I know it's traumatic. You probably don't feel the pressure of the memory yet, but when you do, you need to be with someone."

"I love you, Grace."

My breath hitched as his last words played again.

"Grace, you okay?"

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