"Dad you know me. Besides, I'm coming home tomorrow night." Jade says, trying to convince her father that she doesn't need company. 'Who knew that the daughter of a world-class assassin would need protection', she thought. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" She asks him. Of course, they both weren't okay. Being at her mom's funeral and his wife's funeral; nothing can cheer them up at this point. Jade had travelled around two hours from her university in NYC to her mother's funeral (New Jersey). She was glad that she was starting her reading week, or else she would've gotten in trouble for leaving an exam so suddenly. Although she wouldn't care and go anyway.
John takes a long sigh, deciding what to say. She knew from the tone of his sigh that he didn't want to be alone, nor worry her. He stared through the endless glass window and finally switched his attention to her. "Yeah. Are you?" He asks putting a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. It's my last exam tomorrow, so I'll be arriving that night. I promise dad." Jade says with a convincing, yet small smile. "That's my girl." He says and takes her in his arms as he kisses her forehead. She embraces him as she digs her face into his chest; feeling safe and comfort in his arms. When she was little, she was always keen to gift regular hugs to her dad and mom. The memory resurfacing like water washing over the beach. Suddenly, her phone goes off and they depart, and she grabs her phone from her jacket, and the click and slide of buttons, it shuts off. "I gotta go. Bye, dad." Jade says and gives him an embrace and a kiss on the cheek as she grabs her keys off the dinner table and heads on out of the house.
The rain had decreased since the funeral and she saw her dad looking out the window alone as she waves goodbye to him. He waves back, only to walk away from the window. She felt bad that she had to leave at a time like this. Of course, she wasn't in control of it but, it still hurt her looking at her dad so depressed. She's never seen him this way, which made her feel nauseous and hopeless like she couldn't do anything. "It's okay, you're coming back tomorrow." Jade had to say to herself. She's gotten into the habit of drowning herself in self-pity and guilt that she has to remind herself every once in a while that it can be fixed or it wasn't her fault. She starts her up the car, and as the engine roars to life, she drives out of the driveway and out of the neighbourhood.
