Even though we were married with a child, I didn't dare ask too much of him.
He was very busy at work, so I was sensible and never disturbed him. Whether it was illness, a prenatal check-up, or even giving birth, I dared not trouble him.
I was afraid that if I didn't do something well, it would annoy him.
This was the only time in all these years that I had a severe fever and had no other options, so I asked him to pick up Dora.
But this time, because of Gloria, he abandoned Dora halfway, causing her death.
She was only six years old and had so much potential!
How lonely and scared she must have felt when she died!
I knelt in front of Dora's grave and cried until my last tear dried up.
Then I got up and left with a dead heart.
Not long after, I saw Spencer holding Gloria's shoulders and walking towards me.
Gloria was holding an urn in her hands, her face haggard, and Spencer looked at her with eyes full of pity and tenderness.
"Spencer, this cemetery is full of birds and flowers. Danny should like it, right?"
Danny was a poodle she Gloria kept.
Spencer had a distressed look on his face and was about to speak. But when he looked up, he saw me not far away.