Years ago, he used to speak to me like that.
Now, it was for someone else.
Not long after, we found Shirley waiting at the side of the road. The moment she saw Alfie, she ran straight into his arms.
For a second, he looked guilty and glanced at my way. But then he seemed to remember that I was blind, and his hesitation disappeared.
He wrapped his arms around Shirley without a care.
She sniffled, wiping away nonexistent tears before turning toward me. “I’m so sorry, Clarissa. I was just scared… I didn’t mean to hold onto Alfie like that. I hope you don’t mind.”
She wanted me to know exactly how much Alfie cared about her. But I no longer had the energy to play this game.
When I didn’t react, she wasn’t satisfied. “Clarissa, I’m really sorry. This is my fault. I should just leave. I don’t want to be in your way.”
Alfie’s face twisted in distress. He turned to me and said, “Clarissa, just take a taxi home. I’ll drop Shirley off first. She’s a little afraid of you.”
Afraid? Huh!
Even so, I smiled faintly. “Alright.”
Alfie seemed surprised by my calmness, like he had expected me to fight back. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.