Not yet.
I head for the door, but stop at the last moment.
Instead, I turn to my father. He’s watching me with a careful expression on his face. You could never tell that this is a man who’s lost two sons in the space of a few days.
He stands tall as ever. Unyielding. Unmoved.
“Thank you,” I say. “For my life.”
He gives me an almost imperceptible nod.
Then I leave.