Todos los capítulos de The Sweet Nothings Covered In Dust: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

The glaring red walls put me on edge.“Do we have any blue paint left?”Rebecca’s frown deepened.“Why would we keep something like that in the house? What if Lenny swallowed some? Just leave it. Red’s bright and cheerful. That blue was so dreary and suffocating.”She gave me a dismissive glance, but something in that look made my heart sink.For a moment, I could not tell whether she meant the color was suffocating or I was.I stood in the doorway as she took a pair of boxers off a hanger and carried them into the guest bedroom next door. She did not seem to care that I was watching.Even that brief exposure to the fragrance had left me itching all over. I had scratched my arms raw.I held my breath, went over to the drawer, and pulled it open.It was full of Kirk’s skincare products.“Where’s my allergy medication?”Rebecca was about to walk over to me when Kirk’s scream sounded from downstairs.“Kirk, what’s going on?”She immediately turned and rushed downstairs.I di

As I left the office, my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.It was the hospital.“Mr. Amell, your father started vomiting blood during treatment today. He’s been taken to the ER. We’re doing everything we can to save him.”My heart lurched. I ran into the street through the pouring rain and frantically flagged down a taxi.Between the slippery roads and heavy traffic, it took me almost an hour to reach the hospital.Mom was sobbing uncontrollably outside the ER.“Miller, the doctor says he can’t wait any longer. Your dad needs a lung transplant right away, or he won’t survive!”My hands shook as I called the doctor in charge of organ allocation.He sounded puzzled. “You didn’t know? Ms. Holden arranged for the donor lung to go to one of Mr. McGraw’s relatives last week.”I went numb.It was simply unbelievable that Rebecca had given my father’s donor lung to someone else. I had paid five hundred thousand and spent a year on the waiting list for it.I called her and demand

Rebecca remembered Miller’s call the day before. His voice had trembled as he demanded to know why she had given away the donor lung he had spent a year waiting to secure for his father.A sudden wave of panic swept over her. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number.It rang for a long time, but no one answered.Rebecca grew agitated. Her fingers flew across the screen as she texted him.[Miller, stop sulking. Come home so we can talk this through.]She sent message after message without a reply. She sent him a final text.[Miller, how long are you going to keep this up?]An email arrived moments after she sent the message.It was a settlement agreement from Miller’s lawyer.Rebecca froze as she read it.Her strength drained away. She sank into a chair.Miller was calling off their engagement.The terms were clear. His shares in the company and his share of their home were to be bought out in full.Miller was determined to cut every tie between them.After ten years to

Perhaps Rebecca regretted what she had done and had given up because we divided our assets without difficulty.In addition to my share, she set up a trust fund that would let me live comfortably for the rest of my life.On the day we signed the papers, she handed me a tiny gold bracelet. Her eyes were red with tears.“I got this a year ago. It was for our baby. Keep it… as a keepsake.”The thought of the baby we had lost eight years earlier brought a fresh heartache.I did not refuse and accepted the bracelet.As I left, I heard her voice behind me. It was barely more than a broken whisper.“I’m sorry. I love you.”But I did not look back.After returning to Rosavelle, I opened a small photography studio.I revisited all the streets my parents and I had walked together. Through my lens, I searched for traces of the life we had shared.I dug out their old photographs and scanned and restored them one by one.Bit by bit, the yellowing faded, and their blurred faces came back