Lara:
"Father, how can he divorce me?" I asked, my hands shaking as I held the notice.
"You still have the nerve to ask me that after how you single-handedly ruined everything?" my father questioned.
I tried to get out of the bed, but he gestured for me to stay back.
There was not just anger in my father's demeanor. There was something else too, something heavy and restrained.
"Yeah, but I did everything because of them, because he wouldn't let go of Iris," I tried to explain.
My father began to grunt and pace around the room.
"I'm not just talking about that. You know what else you have done, Lara? You have learned the habit of ruining everything," my father yelled at me once again, causing me immense pain as I held the divorce papers.
I had just returned from the hospital. How was it all my fault?
"Father, don't tell me you are on their side, because that would really break me," I yelled.
My father turned to me and pointed at me, as if warning me to shut up.
