Chapter 25

How could he?....

Jade's POV

Any time I get troubled, I hug my dad's jacket that I bought for him, just to feel his presence. This time I ended up putting my hand in the pocket of the jacket. Thing we're inside. Some old candy and a washed out receipt. But I could still make up the words.

It was the date of the day he died. I know the shop. I got up and went to my former neighborhood, the shop owner was already closing but I was quick to approach her.

" Hey Genevieve." I greeted the woman.

" Hi Jade. It's been so long. We didn't see you at all for a while, what are you doing here by this time of the night?" She asked.

" This...this receipt is this places' right?" I showed her the paper.

" Yes it's ours" she confirmed it.

" This is my dad's jacket." I showed her the last jacket he wore before he died.