He paused for a moment before replying, “No, Evie, you’re thinking too much.”
Although the car was parked just ahead, the road seemed long.
Just like his heart and mine, though they seemed close, they were already far apart.
What happened two years ago felt like a different life, and we no longer spoke of the past, quietly moving ahead.
But over these two years, my heart had always been uneasy; he was the one who shattered the glass, yet I had to step on it every day.
It started to rain, and he quickly raised an umbrella, covering our daughter and me while the rain soaked his other shoulder.
This scene made me think of the past I had shared with him.
Ezra had a painful childhood, being the Howard family’s illegitimate son who could not be acknowledged.
The Howard family refused to recognize him, and his mother ignored him; the children nearby would shout insults when they saw him. “A bastard nobody wants!”
The nanny disliked him as well, seeing him as trouble, earning a good wage, but still abusing him.
When he was eight, I was by the lake flying a kite with friends and noticed him, injured and extremely thin.
I gently stepped in front of him and asked, “Big brother, do you not have money to eat? I’ll give you all my money!”
At that time, I handed him everything I had, both bills and coins. He lifted his head to look at me, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.
That 115 dollars brought someone into my life who loved me.
At 14, his parents completely ignored him, leaving him to survive on his own, while I begged my father to take him in.
At 15, just because I said I wanted cake, he skipped class and accepted punishment to go outside the school to buy it.
At 17, he wrote awkward love letters to me like other boys his age.
At 18, just to see me once, he took a 12-hour flight to England.
He remembered all my likes, my routines, even the dates of my menstrual cycle. Everyone said we were perfectly matched.
I once foolishly believed we would grow old together after marriage, but no one expected that someone like him would be unfaithful, and with the junior I had supported.
At my concert, he met Heidi, my junior, and fell for her at first sight, unable to let go.
The car came to a stop in front of us, and he thoughtfully opened the door.
Once inside the car, Ezra looked at me and said in a soft voice, “Evie, she’s already out of my mind. Don’t think too much.”