Chapter Eighty.

Aurora’s POV:

I laughed, cried, and sobbed because I was unable to make out coherent words. I still hadn’t answered his question yet, I couldn’t bring myself to.

How was I?

Do I say fine? Do I say happy? How exactly was I?

My father was patient with me. I could hear his steady breathing and his light laughter over the phone. There were times he even tried to calm me down by whispering soothing words to me but he never rushed me. He never said anything insensitive to me but simply listened to me as I bawled my eyes out.

After about a few minutes, I heard him sigh. He asked again; “how are you?”

At the sound of his voice, I raised my head. Slowly, I wiped off the tears that had stained my face but just as I did, another came rushing down.

I chuckled; “I feel a lot better now, papa,” I whispered.

A smile formed on my face as I imagined him nodding his head at me because that was one thing he always did. The call went silent for a while and I had to be the one to break the ice. I asked