It had been a month since they told her He was missing. It had been a few weeks since she’d been dumped by her boyfriend and she flunked her exams.
It had been hours since she cried herself to sleep wondering where He could be, if He just left them, if He really was in trouble.
The knock on her door interrupted her dreams, her stepfather opened the door: “I’m very sorry but I have bad news… They found Him, they found your father in the canal.”
After seven years I still find it hard to believe that someone took my father’s life and dumped him in the canal.
After all this time I still expect him to call me and ask me how I’m doing but I guess this will be only but a dream.