Wheeling Gull Isle drink and shout

Dinah Redhawk lost her faith in God on October 2nd, 2023.
If God was real, she would have felt Him here with her while she watches the sickly beige muck all but erupt from her father's mouth, dribble along his chin.
If God was real, she would not have watched the fuse blow inside Mama's heart as she proclaims that Daddy had failed their family. Her sister. She would not have heard her cry.
If God was real, that man never would have showed up and swept her siblings under his wing, her siblings who she had tried so hard to love and who cast her aside without an ounce of remorse.
If God was real, the sun would always be shining and summer would never end, and John never would have bared his teeth, and Judah would still look at her twice, and Mama would always be happy, and Gramma would never leave or grow older;
And if God was real, Daddy would still be Daddy, and she would always find safety in his arms and always feel the soft hum of his voice as it vibrates in his chest while she lays beside him. He would still play games with her and teach her how to love with the guidance of his own. He would not have started to slip from her grasp; she would not have felt the fissure in her family crack and rumble beneath her feet, she would not be watching it burst in the present moment, and she would not be powerless as she fruitlessly tries to hold them together.
And she would not be staring at a man she barely knows.
A man who has her face, her eyes, her hair. A man who she carries the mannerisms of, the way he walks, his laugh; the curve of his ears when he focuses intently on a task, the way the dimples form in his cheeks when he smiles. The man she looks upon right now with pinpricked, scorned eyes is a ghost, a caricature, a ghoul wearing a suit in the shape of the man who brought her onto this cruel planet.
Half of her wished to run to him, to sweep him into a long-limbed embrace, and the other half wished to turn and scream over the clifftops.
But instead, one simple phrase spills from deep in her chest, gnarled and hoarse. Fuck you.