Dallas shifted uncomfortably beside me, for once the one afraid to speak up.
‘
So I did. Timidly, but all the same.

“Why are you sorry?”

My voice was shaky and soft, like that of a small child who had been caught in his wrongdoing and was fearing punishment. It was all I could do to stand there, looking my father in his bright blue eyes, the hospital room beginning to spin around me.

“Well. Everyone makes a mistake in his lifetime, girls. You’re big enough to know that. Recently -“

I was listening intently, but suddenly something interrupted my thoughts. A small voice seemed to speak up at the back of my mind, and what it whispered astonished me.