My expression did not change as I said, "Really? She must be very lucky then."
Just then the door swung open and Simon walked in. “You’re awake, Honey! Guess what I brought you?”
I looked up. He was holding a box of tea pastries and it was my favorite cakes. The same ones he used to buy whenever he tried to apologize after a fight.
He considerately adjusted my hospital bed so I could sit up, then opened the still-warm box and held a piece near my lips.
I stared at it blankly. The pastries had lost their appeal.
It was clear he held deep grudges against me, but on his face, he could still show deep love.
I felt like a puppet trapped in a cruel performance, my suffering just part of the show. Even if I died, I would just be another prop left on stage until someone decided to kick me aside.
Beneath the covers, my hands clenched into tight fists as the misery almost strangled my breath.
Simon gently touched my face while smiling at me. “You’re not mad about me saving Kelly first, are you? She can’t swim like you can, so I had to go for her. Come on, don’t be mad, okay?”
I just nodded expressionlessly.