He cut off the connection of the pack link and walked toward me. His face was pale, eyes glimmering with shock. "Karina passed away the day of our wedding," he said, his voice trembling. "I—I didn’t know."
"Of course you didn’t know," I said quietly, my voice laced with bitter resignation. "You were too busy with Solana to care."
He looked at me, his anger now replaced by something akin to remorse. But it was too late. There was nothing he could say or do to change the past. The damage was done, and I had nothing left to give him.
"Amari, it's not like that. I didn't know your mother... She was fine when we last met. I didn't know she was so seriously ill."
The last time Travis saw my mother was three months ago. I had begged him for a long time before he reluctantly agreed to meet her. By then, the cancer had spread throughout her body, yet my mother forced herself to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him.