A New Start at Home

Calla

My dad lets out a long, heavy sigh. He drags a hand down his face, the rough sound of his palm against his jaw filling the quiet room. The tension in his shoulders tells me this is not a simple answer. He steps away from the edge of the bed and leans against the sterile white wall of the infirmary, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Torin did not want to take your livelihood, kiddo," dad