Chapter 118: Mending The Heart

Miguel's POV

The weight of what had transpired at the hospital hung heavy on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud.

It followed me everywhere, and the hours that passed after that moment were the most dreadful times of my life.

It was slow, and each passing moment felt like it was eating away bits and pieces of my soul, like a predator feeding on it prey.

The drive back home was horribly long as well, which was why the minute I arrived home that evening, I had been unable to do anything other than head straight to my bedroom and climb into bed.

I even ignored Gracie's calls downstairs as i was heading in.

I didn't mean to, but it couldn't be helped. I needed to pull myself together and gather my strength, but most of all, I needed some time alone.

To say I was a mess was to clearly understate things. I was more than that, but I had to hold it in and be strong if not for anyone, for Gracie, and for the hope of the new life I had planned before all this had happened.

It was all cras