I hurled myself into the far corner of the dining room, great big sobs wracking my body and stealing the air from my lungs.

Pop wasn't dead he wasn't there was something wrong with me oh Feozva it hurt to see him but it wasn't him it wasn't.

I folded into myself, unable to sort it out in my mind because it was too much.

The hallway door opened. I pressed my face into the cold titanium wall and squeezed my eyes shut. It had come for me. Not he. Not Pop. It. ...