In just two minutes, I received a message. It was a photo.
There were only two people's silhouettes in the photo, one of whom was Rodney, my boyfriend. His watch was the birthday gift I gave him last year.
The other one was Macey, Rodney's stepsister. They were kissing in the photo.
When Macey was in college, she and her boyfriend worked as singers in a bar. She had a fight with Rodney over this, and she didn't come back for many years.
I thought that they were just brother and sister.
Therefore, when she showed up last year in a bad state and dared not to go home, I took her to Rodney's and my apartment and took good care of her.
In order to be with Rodney, I tried my best, hoping that Macey could go home.
I didn't expect her to intervene in the relationship between Rodney and me again and again.
I deleted the only message from Rodney.
My parents dropped me off at the door of my house and ran into Rodney, who was about to go out.
"Cecilia, are you OK? I'm just about to pick you up."
I looked at the cartoon Band-Aid on his finger and said calmly, "I'm OK."