Ava's POV
I sat at the edge of Dad’s hospital bed, wrapping my fingers around his cold hands. The steady beeping of the heart monitor sounded from the side. Seeing him awake had given me sweet relief, but the sorrowful look in his eyes now made my heart pound, as I feared what he meant.
“Ava,” he said again, his gaze now locked on mine. “How could you do this to me?”
I blinked, confusion flooding me. “Dad, what… what do you mean?” I whispered, my pulse spiking. “What have I done?”
He sighed, his eyes welling up with tears, and I felt my chest tighten. “Ava,” he said, his voice trembling, “I know I only raised you for seven years before everything happened… but… be very honest with me. Was I a bad parent?”
My heart dropped. What was he talking about? “No! Dad, no!” I exclaimed, shaking
