"Mom, I’m sorry… I’ll take you home."
"What home are you talking about?" Luther, who had been absent all this time, suddenly appeared at the door.
I did not even want to acknowledge him. Without a word, I picked up my phone and began booking a flight.
Luther curled his lips awkwardly as if trying to ease the tension, then spoke as if talking to himself.
"Stella received your gift. She said she forgives you for what happened that day."
I froze for a moment before realizing that he thought the package I sent was an apology gift for Stella.
They had been so busy indulging themselves these past few days that they had not even opened it yet.
A cold laugh escaped my lips as I said, "That wasn’t for her. It was for you."
Luther’s expression darkened and he spoke in an annoyed tone, "Because of your mother, Stella didn’t get to celebrate her birthday properly. Shouldn’t you be the one to make it up to her?"
The anger that had been simmering inside me suddenly ignited.
"Luther, what right do you have to demand an apology from me?" My voice was sharp with fury. "Don’t forget that my mother died saving you!"