ALL of her father's belongings were there.

Tyrone carried her upstairs.

"I'd like to be alone for a while," Sabrina said in a low voice.

Without saying anything, Tyrone left.

He quickly returned with a wheelchair and helped Sabrina into it, allowing her to move freely. "Call me when you are ready to come down."

“Okay, thank you."

“Sabrina, the doctor said you should try to rest and limit stress. It would be better for the baby."

He didn't want her to be immersed in the past.

"I understand."

Tyrone then left and went downstairs.

Sabrina sat in the wheelchair for a moment, replaying his father's death in her mind.

The car accident had happened so unexpectedly.

In an instant, her father was gone.

It was an ordinary Saturday. Sabrina's father had to work overtime because of a case. On the way, he drove her to the city library.

They were talking and Laughing.

He asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch.

Sabrina didn't feel like eating out.

Instead, she had an appetite for the grilled fish that he used to cook.

But before she could tell him, a truck plowed right into them.

The last thing she heard was the screech of tires, followed by a deafening crash,