Katie leaned in his arms with a rosy face. When they saw me, Andrew had no intention of letting her go.
Even when he caught a glimpse of the luggage in my hands, he just frowned in displeasure. "Monica, what are you doing?"
He always thought I was making a fuss.
Whenever it came to Katie's affairs, if I showed any dissatisfaction or talked back to him, he would scold me, as if I had committed a huge mistake.
He told me that I was heartless and that he only treated Katie as a friend and asked me not to act unreasonably.
Katie saw that I didn't look very happy and couldn't help but smile. "Monica, don't get me wrong. I caught a cold a few days ago. Andrew was worried about me and took care of me for a few days. You must not quarrel because of me."
So just because she had a cold, Andrew left my mother, Sarah, on the highway and ran to take care of Katie without even looking back.
I knew that Katie was more important to him than me.
But Sarah was dead.
Every time I thought about Sarah's disfigured face when I picked up her body at the hospital, it hurt.