Chapter Thirty Eight

There was more than one reason I broke down in front of my husband. First and foremost, my father's chemotherapy. And the second one was his presence itself.

I didn't expect him to be there, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore the overwhelming emotions of meeting him when I most needed someone to hold me, I couldn't look past it. I needed him, and he was there, the only other family I had apart from my father, even though it was just for the namesake.

He had once again ghosted me for two weeks, no contact, nothing, a clean cut as if I didn't exist in his life. It shouldn't have bothered me that much after all. By then, it had become a common occurrence. And I really, honestly tried to avoid the painful tugging in my heart every time I thought about him. I utilized all those longing days to spend time with my father, who had his chemo scheduled for that morning. I had just returned from his facility after watching him go through with the horrible procedure, and another shocking,