I simply asked him, "Are you really in such a hurry to leave because of the flying knife surgery? Was Kelly's post on Instagram really a drunken family member forcing you to play games? Or are you in such a hurry to leave just to accompany your young disciple to Disneyland?"
His breathing suddenly stopped on the other end of the line. There was silence for two seconds.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's not happening. You're really... delusional..."
Then came Kelly's voice, "Doctor Steven, the fireworks are about to start. You finally came out to relax and I don't want your mood to be affected by my situation. When I get back, I'll personally apologize to your wife, even if I have to kneel down."
The phone was immediately disconnected. I guessed he was afraid of missing the beautiful fireworks?
I held the children's urns, tears streaming down my face. "Mom will never let them go."
I didn’t remember when I fell asleep; I only knew I cried until I was out of breath.
I woke up the next day, my eyes so swollen I couldn’t open them. I simply put on my sunglasses and went downstairs, only to see a busy figure moving around below.