I glared at him, and he was panic-stricken. Coming to a stop, he changed his mind. “Forget it. Don’t be an eyesore here with your bloody head, lest it trigger Meg again.”
Meg again. Meg was the only thing in his mind. If that was the case, he could spend the rest of his life with her after this.
Gritting my teeth, I picked up the urn box and returned to my room upstairs.
Behind me, I heard Megan’s gentle voice saying, “Isaac, will it upset Emily that we saw through her lies?”
“She gets what she deserves and has no right to be upset over it.”
I shut the door tightly, cutting out the sarcasm from outside.
My father passed away a long time ago, and it was Mom who brought me up while running a food truck. But I couldn’t even protect her ashes as they were scattered on the floor.
Perhaps this was a sign from Mom that it was time to let go of all these promises. I shouldn’t stay here any longer.
I cried alone for a long time before picking up the calendar on the desk. I circled the date today and marked it with the number 98.
Without me realizing, someone opened the door, and Isaac was already next to me. Before I could close the calendar, he snatched it from me.
As he stared at the red circle that had pierced through the paper, frustration built up in his chest. “What do you mean by the number 98 on the red circle?”
