I could still see Glenda's smile now, so pure and lovely.
The doctor took her cold body from my arms.
After I dealt with everything, half a month had passed. I struggled to calm down and return home.
As soon as I opened the door, Damon greeted me with mockery. "I just left you at the gas station. Do you have to make a fuss and disappear?"
I looked at the man I had known for 29 years. He felt unfamiliar and repulsive to me.
Our daughter and I were missing for half a month, but he wasn't worried at all. Far from it, he thought that I was making a fuss.
"Forget it!" Damon said indifferently, as if dismissing any confrontation with me. "You're back just in time. Make some oatmeal for me to take to the hospital."
I didn't move, just silently staring at him.
Damon frowned. "Is there a problem?"
I sneered, "You never eat oatmeal." It was obviously meant for Alicia.
A flicker of guilt crossed Damon's face, and he changed the subject. "Don't wrestle with me. I've found an expert who will give Glenda a comprehensive check-up to see if there's a better treatment for her heart condition."
He had the nerve to bring up our daughter.