Kenna's POV
“I killed my own father.”
The words leave his lips like a slow release. His eyes stay pinned to the wall ahead.
I already knew it and yet still the moment takes the wind from my lungs.
Not because of what he did, but because of what he went through.
All those years of torture and abuse.
All those years of suffering in silence and complete isolation.
All his life he had no one. No one to confide in. No one to share his pain with. No one to show him the love that he deserved.
I slowly squeeze his hand again in mine, my heart completely breaking when he turns to look at me.
I keep imagining him as a small child. All alone in the world and I just can’t fathom how it must have felt.
Sure, my mom left me, but I always had a loving father by my side. One who loved
