Chapter 23 On my own

Maya's POV

"Papa? Papa!"

I was on my knees beside him. His face was too pale and his lips were gray.

Ohh God. No, please.

"Papa, wake up. Please…"

He didn't move. I grabbed his hand. It was cold.

No.

No no no.

My phone. Where was my phone? I patted my pockets, nothing. I looked around. It wa...

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