Her dad was dying, and worse, trying to die. And why? Mostly because of her own behavior. Her mom too, but mostly because of her behavior. He was her ...ad, her real and wonderful daddy and he’d been treated like shit, by everybody. But it was her own self that her daddy needed to be there for him, and she hadn’t been, not in anything like a real sense. Fuck-fuck-fuck!The bad news. She absolutely knew, oh yes, that her daddy would not want her to blame her mom. That because that was the kind of. Finally, I had worked my way around to the edge of a small clearing. Powerful magics had been worked here - I could feel it through my boots. Now, though, there was no magic at work, but a power greater still, it seemed. At the center of the clearing stood a stone post twice my own height, with an iron ring set in it. Chains hung from the ring, stretching down to a lithe figure standing at the post’s base.I sighed again, sheathed my battleaxe across my back, and stepped into the clearing. The. ’ As I drove, I offered a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, for my ever-patient and understanding wife, who had worked so hard all through our marriage to help us build the life we’d planned. *** We walked out of the doctor’s office, and I guided Pam to a seat in the empty reception area. I sat next to her and put my arm round her shoulders as I’d done when she first told me how unwell she’d been feeling. We sat in silence for long minutes. Then she turned her face towards me.. Interestingly, we both loved cycling and we promised to catch up over the weekend.I got caught up in my work for the rest of the week. I got a “hello” WhatsApp message on Friday evening. It was Priyanka. I was kind of thrilled and excited. We chatted for sometime and decided to go for a cycling ride on next day morning. I had butterflies in my stomach and couldn’t contain the excitement to meet Priyanka.We were scheduled to meet near NICE road at 6 AM. Priyanka was on time! She was on track.