His familiar features were exactly like my son’s. What else was there left to doubt?
This man was my son’s real father.
Now, I had become something neither human nor ghost, while he stood there, full of life and confidence, bringing a bouquet of flowers to visit me.
Staring at his lower body, I gritted my teeth. Wasn’t everything I had suffered because of him?
Kelly naturally took the flowers from Matthew’s hands and placed them beside me, completely forgetting that I was severely allergic to pollen.
I wanted to tell them to take the flowers away, but the words that came out of my mouth sounded like the wheezing of a broken bellows.
Matthew misunderstood my struggle. “Davis, are you thirsty?”
He picked up a cup of water and gently brought it to my lips.
Then, as if by accident, his hand tilted, spilling the entire cup of boiling water onto my battered body.
The scalding heat made me cry out in pain.
Kelly panicked and grabbed a towel to wipe me down, but in her frantic efforts, she rubbed my already swollen skin raw, making it bleed.
She was on the verge of tears.
"Honey, I’m sorry… I… I don’t know why I’m so clumsy!"
My son also cried out anxiously, "Dad, are you okay?"