“Our daughter is seriously ill, and here you are, wandering around. Just go back home!” she snapped.
Ignoring her self-righteous rant, I walked into the pet shop. Julian, the man beside her, blocked my path.
He sneered, “Nora said to leave. Didn’t you hear?”
I stopped, staring him down. “Who do you think you are? Move.”
I shoved past him and headed toward the store. My daughter had fallen in love with a Pomeranian dog in the display window the first time she saw it.
I pointed at the dog and looked at the shop owner, but Julian suddenly pushed me aside.
“We already bought this one,” he said smugly.
I looked at him and said, “First come, first served. Ever heard of it?”
Julian smirked. “But I was the first one to hold it.”
Just then, Nora walked over, her expression cold. “Ian, if you’re jealous, keep it in check. What right do you have to drag Julian into this? Apologize to him.”
I stared at her, anger simmering. “Nora, this was our daughter’s favorite dog. You didn’t even see her one last time. She was alone every day, and now you can’t even grant her this one small wish?”
Nora’s face finally showed a flicker of emotion when I mentioned our daughter.