CHAPTER-39
Kimberly P. O. V
I patted on William's shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I need to go. See if they have arrived here with the goods". I placed both my fist on my knees and pushed myself to stand up. I dusted myself and then looked at my father. He had a distant look on his face. He was looking at the fire but was not actually looking at the fire.
My mother's death had done this to him. It broke him to such an extent that returning to his normal self was difficult.He was a walking shell. As much as I was happy that he remained loyal to mother and loved her with all his heart, I wanted him to move on because I had seen holding on to your past sometimes destroys your present and future.