I felt a joy I'd never experienced, as if a long-standing knot in my heart had finally untied.
Since I hung up on Simon, a bouquet has appeared in my hospital room daily.
But he didn't seem to know I was allergic to lilies.
Wendy tossed the bouquet aside, her expression stern as she informed the delivery man, "Better late than never doesn't apply here. She's almost recovered, why did he have to cause trouble now?"
That day, I got another apology from an unknown number and as usual, I blocked it.
On the day of my discharge, the sun was shining and a small cat was lazily enjoying the shade of a tree.
While Wendy went to handle the paperwork, I crouched down to play with the cat.
A shadow suddenly loomed over me. Looking up, I saw the last person I wanted to see.
