I wondered what they would say about Michael's abdication, and whether my mother knew I was the one who should've died that day in the hospital, not her. She should've been queen, not me. At least she and my father were together. They were one of the lucky couples who started off in an arranged marriage and ended up falling in love.
My father had never been the same after my mom's death, or so everyone told me. I'd been too young to know the difference. Sometimes, I wondered if he'd lost control of his car on purpose so he could join her sooner.
I know when someone you love leaves for forever depression can make you suicidal. Sometimes I always think that maybe he just wanted to joing her sooner and had grown tired taking care of us all by himself. Not that I blame him though..
I turned my head to look at Daniel. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could make out the tiny bump in his nose and the firm curve of his lips.
