Marvin Sullivan stands in front of a newly placed gravestone. His eyes are swollen and blood-red. It's been four days, and he still can't put himself back together.
A father is the provider of a family. He is the protector of the family. Being a law enforcer gives more emphasis on being a father more than anything else. A father protects, teaches, and nurtures his children. He teaches them to be strong, responsible, and decent. And he keeps his children away from any harm.
Marvin feels like there's a butcher knife stuck in his heart. Since that day, he hasn't stopped crying. His left hand is swollen, and he has broken knucklebones after punching a wall numerous times.
"Marvin, come on. You've been here since last. Your family needs you, man."
"How can I even my family? My wife couldn't even look at me. And she has all the right to be angry. It's my fault that my daughter is dead. If I just listened to my wife and found another job, my daughter would still
