Venessa's pov.

I opened my eyes and stared right at the ceiling feeling empty and no matter how much I wanted to cry there seemed no tears coming out.

I heard the door creaked open but I stayed still, despite knowing that I have a visitor.

It's been the same for the past few days, friends coming over to visit me and to see how I'm doing but not once, they asked me how I'm feeling, which I'm really grateful for.

I felt the bed dipped beside me and ...