Chapter 18 Baby's image

Waking up to the comfortable silence, my body still feels heavy and tired. I feel a headache as if someone was hammering inside it. I winced as my eyes sting when I finally blinked them.

My father's words kept on echoing in my mind making my headache even worse. No matter how hard I tried, every time his words managed to penetrate that part of my sanity which I strained to get attacked, I couldn't help but want to break down.

Roaming my face around I found Grandma standing by my side.

"Hey, dear," She let out gently before putting her hand on mine and rubbing soft comforting strokes. "How are you feeling now?" She asked as the memories of the press conference came rushing back to me. I tried to get up but she refused. "No, no keep lying dear you need rest."

"I'm sorry for what happened at the press conference, Grandma," I whispered out in a low voice. My throat was sore, maybe it was a nightmare or I really cried all night. I couldn't tell. "I'm sure you must have so many questions to