But now, there was only a dead calm in my eyes.
Charles, a little flustered, reached out to stop me from cleaning the table.
"Cora, it's not necessary, is it? It was just a dog.
"We're about to get married. We can just get another one, right?"
He truly didn't understand why I was making such a big deal out of it.
What he didn't know was that my interest in him had all begun with Tommy.
Now that the source of my love was gone, how could anything last?
I smiled without revealing my thoughts and avoided his hand.
"After all, I had him for five years. I need to send him off properly."
My face remained calm, as if I truly didn't care about Tommy's death.
But it was precisely my attitude that made Charles feel even more uneasy.
Like performing a magic trick, he pulled out a glass bottle from behind him, filled with shimmering sand.
"Cora, I got this sand from the beach just for you. You love the beach, don't you?"
I looked at the bottle, with tiny seashells scattered inside. It was indeed beautiful.
But I was overwhelmed by a sense of bitter irony, and tears began to fill my eyes.
He only knew that I used to love the beach, unaware that it was because Tommy loved playing in the water.