Chapter .32.

We humans are so tortured By not properly guessing What will make us happy -Atticus *** I sit in the clinic hallway, staring at the tiled floor. Grandma walks out, her face blank as she slowly sits next to me. My foot bounces on the floor, waiting impatiently for her words. "Well?" She jumps, startled out of her own reality as she enters mine. "What?" "Dad...how is he...?" Grandma stands, looking down at me. "Soraya. I've seen a lot of challenges. But never...I never have seen such an underhanded way..." I hold my hand out before she can say anymore. "There are no rules in the fight. That much is clear. Only the ones people have constructed in their minds and made to believe that should be followed. I did nothing wrong." "You really think that?" Grandma is looking at me now with ne