Kyle’s POV
I did mind being asked that.
“If you don't mind me asking, how did you deal with losing your dad?”
The words resounded in my ears like it was a far echo, like it wasn't said barely inches away from me.
And then I heard it again, and again, and yet again. Each repeat, each reminder of him came with a burning ache in my chest.
“how did you deal with losing your dad?” I knew the answer, but I’d rather die by firing squad than share it with anyone living or dead.
Losing my dad? That was as much a defining moment as it was a scarring one.
Then, that bitter memory that tasted like bile hit me.
It was like being seven all over again, biting my fingers nervously while sitting in a disturbingly bright hospital lobby, my hair wet and my clothes drenched from being in a rainstor
