Never to Meet Again
In the days after Oliver's heart transplant, I frequently made him chicken soup from scratch.
One time, he suddenly threw a tantrum, and the thick, boiling liquid ended up spilling over the back of my hand. It instantly left a bright red burn.
However, he didn't even spare me a glance.
It was all because I had brought up Ivy's name one time.
Lying on the bed, I wondered why Oliver and I had gotten together.
Initially, I had just wanted to protect him. I would have been happy just to see his heart thumping.
The bracelet incident had been the turning point.