Ebby trotted off to the cat's nest, calling, "Kittie, Daddy's here to see you."
Kittie was a stray cat she and Jason had adopted.
Jason called himself Kittie's dad, and Ebby was Kittie's mom.
I had expressed my dissatisfaction with this.
But Jason retorted, "It's just a nickname. Why are you so fussy about it? Look how kind Ebby is, rescuing stray animals. And you're always fixated on these little things."
Jason once gave me a puppy, saying we should raise it as our child.
But the puppy died of an illness.
I was so devastated that I couldn't eat for days, and I never kept another pet after that.
Because I was afraid of the pain of losing someone I loved.
On the day I died, Jason and I had planned to go to the city hall to get our marriage certificate.
But as soon as Ebby called, Jason left without looking back.
"We can get married any day, but Ebby's cat is having a difficult birth today. If we don't help, she might die!"
"You can take a taxi back later."
To Jason, marrying me wasn't as important as saving a stray cat.
At that moment, Ebby walked out of the room with an apologetic look on her face. "Jason, I accidentally broke something a few days ago."
She was holding a large photo frame.