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A Father’s Shadow

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 17:36:27

Micheal’s POV

The antiseptic smell of the hospital was suffocating, seeping into every breath like a sterile poison.

I sat in a stiff plastic chair in the waiting room, its edge biting into the back of my legs.

Henry was curled into a trembling ball against my chest, his small hands clutching my shirt in desperate fists. Each hiccuping sob that wracked his body cut through me like a blade.

“She’s gone,” he whispered again and again into my shirt, his voice so small, so heartbreakingly fragile. “She’s really gone…”

I smoothed his hair, my palm shaking.

Words felt useless—small, empty things that could never bridge the ocean of grief drowning this child.

All I could do was hold him tighter, a fragile shield against a world that had just shattered around him.

Across from us sat Fernando, as if grief and tragedy were beneath him. His dark eyes were unreadable, as cold and polished as a heartless monster.

Next to him stood Marlo, his massive hands clasped in front of him, his face imp
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