C29 Twenty Nine

Bringing my hands to my lips, I stared at the paper in front of me and couldn't help but feel my lips tremble. My eyebrows rose in sadness as my body refuses to move. I swallowed as I kept my eyes on the white sheet on the dining table.

It was already pass midnight, but I managed to find a slip of paper that was peaking out of my father's work file. I bit my upper lip