It's been three days since Atticus walked out after we signed the marriage certificate and there had been no contact from him at all. Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything but somehow for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was, he didn't need to do anything for me and he didn't owe me anything. He was obviously letting me know he didn’t care and that’s to be expected since we were strangers and I hated myself for feeling a bit irritated. I dropped the cloth I had been using to wipe Dad’s cold and still body. He was running a temperature so I decided to clean him with a cold cloth to see if I could reduce the fever. He had been unconscious since yesterday and I had made sure not to leave his side. I wanted to be the first person he sees when he wakes up anytime I’m sure I smelled terrible since I haven't taken a shower since yesterday but I didn’t care at all. I was too scared to

Life had suddenly gone still and I seemed to be the only one that existed. Dad died three days ago and my sense of living seemed to have died with me. I couldn’t muster up the energy in me to do the simple things of life any more. Duke and Dr Martin had found me lying across Dad’s chest. I held on to him for so long that they had to pry me off him when the Dieners came to pick him up. It had been a struggle. My mind would not believe that Dad was going away for good. I didn’t stay behind to watch them cart him away. I may have struggled with them too and not allowed them to do their job, instead as soon as they successfully got me off him, I walked straight to my room and shut the door behind me and I haven't opened it since then. I’ve had multiple people that I didn’t bother to identify come up to my door and knock asking me if I was okay but I didn't utter a word. Somehow, Duke managed to open the door to my room but he didn’t say a word, just rolled in a cart of food and kept it

Today was moving day. I was finally moving in with Atticus and it was not in the least exciting. Atticus sent the movers here and they were loading everything that I wanted to take with me into the van. There was not a lot to be moved so I didn’t bother contacting a moving company but Atticus did and like always without contacting me first. Some of the workers have been laid off regrettably but the house didn’t need as much staff caring for it when nobody would be living here anymore. Maybe one day in the future, I could actually come here sometime for a break but only time would tell. I was currently in Dad’s bedroom trying to get one final look at it before I left. Everything was still the same way it was before it was filled with medical machines that were currently gone. This room holds so much memory and I was leaving it behind. If I could stuff it in my bags, I would. “Dad, do you think they would like me?” I spoke to the empty room. I spent last night thinking about today.

It’s close to dinner and I have yet to see the person who was supposed to be my husband. I was trying to conclude whether he was a workaholic or was just avoiding me since he knew I would be at home by this time. After the delicious brunch I had in the kitchen with Lorenzo, I came back to my room and that is where I have been ever since, my only company being my phone which I was getting bored of. I was considering going down for dinner but had to hold myself back until I was called by the staff. I didn’t want them to start seeing me as an overeater on my first day of living here. I could not stop thinking of Lorenzo’s food, that man was a beast in the kitchen and it also didn’t help that he was freaking attractive. I know I am married now and I should probably keep my eyes off men but I could still admire them and I’m sure Atticus won’t mind since he wasn’t at all concerned with anything that had to do with me. Someone knocked on my door and I told the person to come in. The g

Something was chirping rather too loud against my window and it was getting too annoying. The sun streaking through the window had not been enough to wake me up but the bird that wouldn’t stop chirping so loudly was making it difficult for me to remain asleep. I turned to my right so I was facing the window and threw the bird the hardest glare I could muster so early in the morning but the annoying twat just faced the other side too and continued its business like it wasn’t being so fucking loud. There was no way I was falling asleep again with the bird shouting and refusing to fly away and I was not about to let it stay there just because I was lazy. A loud yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my little body on the bed before standing up. The bird flew away as soon as I took my first step towards the window and I clenched my fist in annoyance to prevent screaming out of frustration. I picked up my phone to check the time and saw it was a quarter past eight which was way too ear