In their daily companionship, they eventually forgot about me. They forgot that I was the one engaged to John. They forgot the seven years we had been separated. Then who would repay everything I've lost?
A sense of powerlessness washed over me as I said, "I understand."
They breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to say something more, but I hung up the phone.
Shortly after, John arrived, travel-worn. Behind him followed Maria, her eyes red-rimmed.
"I'm sorry, sister, I shouldn't have been so selfish, leaving you sitting here alone for four hours."
John looked at her with the same heartache he had shown me. But now, he frowned at me.
"Alright, Olivia, I'm here. Don't scare her with that stern face. Have you finished eating? I'll take you home." He pushed my wheelchair forward.
At the car, he naturally opened the passenger door for Maria and fastened her seatbelt. After he settled her in, he turned around and saw I had already climbed into my seat.
"Could you help me put the wheelchair down?"
A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes, "Sorry, it's just a habit."
I shook my head. "Let's go."
On the way, Maria activated the car's smart system.