Despair & defeat.

"I hate her." I repeat, my eyes stinging from the intensity of my tears. Dad places an arm around me, shifting uncomfortably in the hospital seats. He gently pulls me towards him and I rest my head against his shoulder. He usually smells fresh, like soap, however the scent of ash lingers around him. It constantly reminds me of Leroy and I can't stop picturing his sweet innocent face.

"I tried so hard Trish. I ran in there and tried so hard to find him." Dad whispers, his voice hoarse. I pull back and study his features, his eyes drawn in and glum.

"I know Dad, you're amazing. Really." I say quietly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. I can feel the guilt seeping out of him and it breaks my heart. It isn't his fault.

"Please don't blame yourself. You did everything you could do." I say quietly. He breathes in sharply, his body trembling as he exhales again.