It felt like everything in my body has stopped working, like I had been thrown with a bucket of ice. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the shock showing on my features, but if it was anything compared to those around us, I could only imagine what it looked like. My father had resigned to resting his elbows on the table and hiding his face it in, and I knew that he was now realising what a mistake all of this had been. But it was too late now. This damage had been dealt, and now we were going to have to deal with the consequences, whether we liked it or not.
I would be lying if I claimed that I was in a position where I could hear or feel my heart beating. I had imagined that it would typically be beating much faster than it should have been, something that would have been bound to be reco
