"How is everything there?" my father inquired. His voice was a lifeline as I spoke to him over the phone.
I released a heavy sigh, sinking into the worn comfort of the old couch in the room that temporarily housed my weary self. "We lost Dina. We almost lost Jade too," I replied, the weight of recent events settling heavily on my shoulders.
"What do you mean you almost lost Jade?" Urgency laced my father's inquiry, echoing the concern that mirrored my own.
"She almost drowned. I don't know what got into her, and she just went into the river. Maybe she had a few too many drinks. Dina's passing hit her harder than I thought. Anyway, she's okay now," I explained, my mind still lingering on the recent conversation with Jade, the echoes of vulnerability and pain fresh in my memory. I heaved
