I had a blank mind. The person who loved me the most was gone, and I couldn't even fulfill his last wish.
I couldn't even make him die in peace.
When I turned my phone on again, I received tons of WhatsApp messages.
I browsed the messages Matthew had sent me.
The top one was a screenshot of Christa's Instagram post, taken at the time she answered my call.
The caption said: [People come and go, but luckily, you have always been there for me.]
In the photo, Christa was leaning against the head of the bed, cuddling in the arms of her bromeo Joseph Lockwood. There were suspicious red marks on her exposed skin.
A discerning person could tell what had happened at a glance.
[She was so excited that she forgot to block me. Dylan, where are you? We'll be right there with you.
[I guess she has realized it now. The post has been deleted from her Instagram.]
Christa forgot to block many people this time. Many friends sent me "congratulations" messages.
I turned off my phone without expression.
I had long suspected that the relationship between Christa and Joseph was not simple, but Christa said they were just good friends every time.
Over time, I began to think it was all in my imagination.