Sapphire
“I’m really sorry about this. This is all my fault.” I told my father apologetically as I helped him load the luggage and bags in the trunk of my Toyota Corolla. April was already in the backseat with Storm. We were in the parking space in the basement of the building where my rented apartment was. I packed some of Storm’s clothes, shoes and toys in a hurry a while ago.
“It’s okay. I understand.” Pops replied, closing the trunk.
I smiled and threw him a quick hug. “Thank you so much, Pops. But I need to do this. I can’t risk all of you.” Emotions were trying to get over me again, but I also tried my best to hold them back. I needed to be stronger and tougher now.
“I know.” He said, patting my back in comfort. “Come on, let’
