Rena’s pov

The rain suddenly starts to fall gently, washing down the windows of Jena’s apartment slowly. We had driven back to her place after spending some time with Raymond. The doctor mentioned that he would be discharged soon because he is now strong enough to move around.

I sat on the couch in Jena’s living room, and crouched my shoulders forward, with my hands clasped together between my knees. My eyes were fixed on the floor, but I wasn’t seeing it. My mind was settled on the thoughts of getting my dad to accept Raymond.

Jena moved quietly in the kitchen, to get wine, she was so worried that...