I stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought. As I bent down to pick up the card, I suddenly noticed a pair of clean white shoes in front of me.
"Angela." I took a deep breath and stood up, forcing a smile at her.
Angela, with her high ponytail and wearing a lovely white dress, looked as fresh and beautiful as the day we met.
"Samuel, I'm so sorry for everything," she said, wrapping her arm around mine, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
I gently patted her head, slipping the card into her palm. "It's not a burden. For you and your mom, I'd do anything."
I trailed off as she looked up at me with curiosity. Ada had some strange quirks; whenever we went out shopping or dining, she insisted I call her "wife," even though she was twenty years my senior.
After saying it so many times, my dignity felt shattered, and my mind was getting foggy. Sometimes, I'd even slip and say it without thinking.
I forced a smile and added, "This is what Ms. Smith just gave me; you can keep it."
Angela tucked the card into her bag and threw her arms around me, tears glistening in her eyes. "Samuel, you had such a bright future ahead of you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to..."