He stared at her daughter's eyes and felt his heart being torn apart from his chest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, for he couldn't think of any words to say.
She stared back at her father's eyes and felt a pang of pain in her chest. She could see the desperation and regrets in his eyes.
"It already happened. We can't do anything about it. But could you please, stop saying sorry, and expect that word to fix everything."
She put her hands down on her lap, under the table. She clasped them together to stop them from trembling. She eyed the dishes in front of her and the urge to pick up those dishes and hurled them on the wall was so overwhelming. To stop the urge to throw things, she buried her nails on her skin.
She winced with the pain and exhaled a deep breath. Her eyes were getting blurry because of the tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.
She looked up in an attempt to stop them from falling.
