It dawned on me that he was there with Lillian.
Lillian said, her tone light and playful, "Oh? Scarlett, don't you have anything you want to eat?
"Mr. Pettyfer and I brought you a milkshake, you want one?"
Lillian teased, stretching out her words, "There's a buy-two-get-one-free deal at the shop!"
"I don't really feel like eating anything. You guys go ahead. And don't bother getting anything for me."
I hung up the phone without another word.
My eyes felt dry and hollow, but no tears would come.
At that moment, a long-forgotten WhatsApp profile picture popped up on my screen: [Scarlett, how have you been lately?]
I was taken aback. "Uncle Vincent?"
Vincent's messages came pouring in on WhatsApp.
[Scarlett, I heard from Leo that the bracelet my sister left you is broken.]
[What happened?]
Vincent and Leo, the craftsman who fixed the bracelet, were old acquaintances.
My throat tightened. [I'm so sorry, Uncle Vincent. I didn't take care of Mom's keepsake...]
I shared my decision to divorce Oliver with Vincent.
[If that's how it is, there's no reason for you to stay with him.]
[Scarlett, why don't you come live with me in France? Your aunt and I miss you a lot.]
France?