He was so young, and he deserved so much more.
When I stood up, I was determined to move forward.
Then I saw them, Andrew and Claire, approaching. Claire held an urn in her hand, her face haggard.
What show is this now?
Surprisingly, Andrew's expression was nothing but pity and tenderness. I wanted to laugh, 'cause seriously. Since when did this jerk have a heart?
But, well. I almost forgot. It's Claire, and only Claire can bring out decency in him.
“Babe, this cemetery is so nice! It's so full of flowers! Milo should like it, right?” I heard Claire say, her voice soft, almost fragile.
Milo... Wasn't that her dog?
Andrew's face twisted in distress. He was about to speak, but he saw me, and his eyes dimmed. It was as if I would forever be an annoyance to him, a fly buzzing in his perfect little world.
“Emily, you’re never going to stop, are you? First, you talk about divorce, and now you’re following me here. Don't you have anything better to do?”
Not gonna lie, his words made my blood boil.
Did he really think I had time to follow him around and watch him fawn over that woman and her damn dog?
Andrew walked up, frowning with displeasure. Will I give him attention? Of course not.