e phone, I quickly snat

een, sheer rage twisting her face. Her ha

ld's sharp tongue? He was being

n the mix of hatred, fury, and th

id, "Sophia, cut the dra

tion and embarrassment, glaring at

about me, didn't you? Otherwise, he w

ve and stormed off cry

eady steps back, lettin

tting everything handed to her. And when things don't go her

ded downstairs. But before leaving the

ng with his computer, cl

he barely glanced up,

e and got straight to the poi

our. Without even looking a

great lately. I wanna get

sion froze. He reached for his phone, about to

oney on you? Always r

, "I'm broke. And come on, can't show up to my

nt. My mom helped now and then, but she didn't have control over the money eith

avings I had after marriage? All got poured into t

out if I was lying. After a while, maybe deciding I wasn't faking it

law. Pick the expensive stuff, got it?

ng I hated more than that fake, bootlick

mom.Whenever we got sick, he'd pinch every penny, always whining ab

ted like a real dad. He never made up fo

her mom, it's like he becomes a completely diff

e's such a great

and, eyes cold, no hesitatio

ital and paid the hospit

arrison-how's he d

e chart, "He's stable n

de, a bearded man lay motionless on the bed

I saw by the gravest

et up for him just as his eyelashe

and tried hard to ask through

he'd been through hell. My gaze stayed fla

t attack yesterday. If I hadn't gotten you here in

younger brother. Probably around

thing about them. In my last life, I thought they were cold, always

, they could've helped witho

for her funeral. I cut ties with them after that. Never sa

e though-was yesterda

all, actually dragged himself a

ssed together, tears falling one by one. To

why didn't an

ct that kind of emotion from him-raw, pa

ing he really didn't know she'd

he suddenly clutched his chest,

sting through me as I rushed to give

The doctor said if I'd been even a little lat

early-I didn't make it to his funeral, but I v

lly saved Uncle

rom my thoughts. I looked over and saw him staring at me, eyes bloodshot,

ss? What was it? Why d

lf a year ago. It was an illness. I thought D

ust holding a grudge and didn't ca

. they ha

ly see the tears sliding down his face. His li

d older, years older. My

memories, Uncle Richar

and strong and had a clean, handsome face. I loved sitting on his shoulders pretend

ichard just grinned and brushed it off, saying he'd keep

. Some misunderstandings came up. In

appen back at Grandpa's place?

called him again, n

d it all. I guessed maybe he had a falling-out with Grandpa,

who aren't close with anyone in the fam

oblem is serious. You should get a full check-up and

lectric kettle and stepped

ce was right next

aught the sound of someone

Don't worry! Once I'm abroad, I

ctively, I turned to look-and there she was. W

precious

eaving th

My gaze w

ories from the pa

country that Ronald realiz

opped everything. a