The next day, my dad returned to his office.
His colleague asked him if he was going to pay his respects to his deceased wife tonight.
My dad looked at the phone for a while before he came to his senses and nodded.
I didn't know if he was thinking of me because I would send him a message every year asking him to take me with him.
He didn’t receive my message this year.
Auntie Barkley rushed in with flowers and questioned my father, "David! Can't you get in touch with Joyce?"
My dad's face darkened and he didn't say anything.
Auntieit Barkley and my parents had been good friends for many years, so she naturally knew our relationship. She said helplessly, "Joyce used to prepare flowers in advance to see Yvonne. I couldn't get in touch with her this time. I'm really worried!"
"Did something happen to her? Can you check it out!"
"She's an adult. I won't waste the police force for her!" My father's voice was cold, which made Auntieit Barkley speechless.
Looking at the photo of my parents on my dad's table, Auntie Barkley held back her anger.
She knew too well about my father's feelings for my mother and knew that losing her was a huge blow to him.