CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

I sink myself into the warm water of the bathtub, allowing the water to wet my messy hair. I pop up from the water and lay back my hair from my face before relaxing my back to the porcelain wall of the bathtub.

My eyes close, and Sarah's words come rushing back into my head.

I know I have never had a boyfriend before, and that I have been pinning the blame on my busy academic lifestyle for years.

But Sarah's words are shifting the blame to something else. They are shifting the blame to something really hurtful that I am now realizing is undoubtedly the real reason why I have never even bothered to date someone, or even considered the thought of having a boyfriend.

Before my parents' marriage crashed, they were the most lovely couple I had ever seen in my life. My dad loved my mum so much that he even tattooed her name on his right arm. The day he got that tattoo, he didn't allow any of us to have peace. He was brandishing it everywhere. He even wore sleeveless shirts for almost a mont