A Second Chance at Life
Meanwhile, Rebecca, outside the door, was stomping her feet and yelling at me, "Tyler! If you want me to forgive you, you'll have to piece together all these ashes!"
I ordered the bodyguards, "Throw this bunch of yapping pests into the wilderness."
That night, I fell asleep at the table, staring at my father's photo.
When I woke up at dawn, I lit a candle and placed it before his picture, my head lowered in prayer.
I truly believed my father had begged the gods to give me this second chance at life.
That night, I cried in my sleep.
I dreamed that my father was sitting at the edge of my bed, gently stroking my hair, telling me, "Son, I hope you live a good life."