These dolls were supposed to be taken to our new home, but Kenny dismissed my grandmother's beliefs as superstition.
"My fate is in my own hands!" he had stubbornly insisted.
I couldn't bear to tell my grandmother the truth, so I lied, saying we were too busy with work and didn't want the housekeeper to accidentally break them.
Hearing that, my grandmother kept the dolls for herself. She prayed for us every day, hoping we would be happy together.
But now, the person who loved me most was gone, and my relationship with Kenny was over.
And Kenny, who thought my grandmother was superstitious, had previously hung a charm on his phone.
"Serena gave it to me. She said it'd bring me good luck if I kept it for a month."
I thought to myself, "So, he doesn't completely disbelieve in these things. He just didn't believe in my grandmother.
Or, more precisely, he didn't believe in me."
The next morning, before dawn had even broken, someone pounded on my door.
When I opened it, I was shoved roughly to the ground.
Kenny didn't even look at me. His face was dark as he stormed into the house, kicking open every door as if searching for something.