“Dad…” I grab his hand. “Dad!” I say louder. “Dad!” I let out a guttural cry and kneel beside him. “No, no, no… Dad. No!” “Quinn! Quinn!” I scream, holding onto his hand as though it’s an anchor. She comes running from the bathroom. “Wha–” I can barely breathe as tears blur my vision. “T-Tell me this isn’t fucking happening. Tell me! P-Please!” I beg her from where I kneel.
