Chapter 17

Chapter 17
Joseph's POV
I rolled on the bed facing the ceiling, it had an intricate design, I tried to follow it with my eyes so I could make out the shapes and colors.. but I couldn't find anything I could identify. I guess it was an abstract design, my eyes shifted from there to the walls, even the paint looked expensive. I wish Dad was here to see it, I remembered he promised us a house similar to this or even bigger.. he never fulfilled his promise.. not even one.
The ringing...