On her deathbed, my grandmother tightly held my hand and said, "Alyson, I can't die in peace without seeing you marry Kenny. I can't die. I have to wait..."
My grandmother never got to see Kenny. She kept looking toward the door until her last breath. She passed away with regret.
As the evening shadows lengthened outside, I huddled motionless on the sofa.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the door as someone pushed it open and turned on the light.
When Kenny saw me, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes as he let go of Serena's hand.
"You're home..."
I sat up, coldly watching them, my face still marked by the tears from my earlier breakdown.
Kenny tried to approach me, reaching out to touch my hair, but I pulled away.
He sighed softly and sat down beside me.
"Alyson, Serena's terminally ill, and she doesn't have much time left.
"She's terrified, so I have to be there for her.
"Alyson, you've always been so understanding. Please don't be upset over this small thing, okay?"
"Small thing?" I thought to myself, "In his eyes, was our wedding and my grandmother's death all just insignificant? Does only Serena matter to him?"