STORME
A WEEK AGO, at the hospital. . .
The hardest part of knowing the truth is actually understanding it and keeping the fact when you know it’s all about the person you love the most.
Summer was still in her deep slumber when her father, Don Fidel, asked me to come with him for a private talk. But I never want to leave the Summer. She will look for me when she wakes up, and I want to be there for her. So, I insisted on staying and talking in the room. I already called Roxy to go to the condominium to clean up. I also asked her to bring us some clothes and packed the food I cooked. Summer will look for the mushroom soup for sure when she’s awake.
“I need to have a word with you, Devin. I’ll meet you outside,” said Don Fidel.
He started walking towards the door. I was sitting on the
