This would be easier if it were a joke. It would be easier to not watch his darling cry, to watch her burst out with an anguished yet amused laugh. Oh fuck, how it hurt to watch her cry. It hurt more than anything else. Devin exhaled with loss — slowly collecting his thoughts. “… Heart disease. Some medical mumbo-jumbo only your mother and Sam understood, apparently. Sweetheart, things will be okay.”
She shakes her head, shakes and shakes as tears drip down her flushed cheeks. It isn't fair. It's never fair to lose someone you love, especially a parent, and she doesn't care to think that maybe, just maybe, she's lucky. Her own mother was orphaned as a child.
But she isn't her mother. And she doesn't want to lose her father.
"N-no. Daddy, isn't there someone that can help you? Or-- Or anything? There has to be, right--?"
