Lola's pov
It has been about forty-eight hours since I left Adrian's dad at the hospital. Whenever I’m awake, I can’t stop thinking about Mr. Morgan. My time at the hospital really brought us closer. In the absence of his wife and Adrian, he shared old memories with me—stories of how he started his life, how his first girlfriend broke his heart because he didn’t have much back then. Looking at Mr. Morgan now, one of the most prosperous men in the country, you’d never imagine there was a time he was just an ordinary man.
I can’t help but smile, remembering the funny jokes he used to tell. His presence in my life filled the void left by my own father. If not for Adrian's behavior, I would have been there with him. Guilt weighs on me, as if I failed in my responsibility. I can’t bear to see Adrian or even hear his voice. Even listening to him on the phone, without replying, brings me to tears. That’s why I can’t bring myself to answer his calls. Maybe, with time, my heart will heal,
