As the second round of fireworks soared into the sky, exploding in a burst of dazzling colors, Charles and Dahlia simultaneously bent down to kiss Sandy. One on the left and one on the right, their affectionate kisses landed on Sandy's cheeks.

The moment was frozen in time.

"Woah. Mr. Jenkins really dotes on his daughter."

"Well, I heard Dahlia is the love of his life."

Envious voices filled the air.

Evelyn's eyes turned bloodshot as she tightly wrapped her daughter's urn in her down jacket. Her heart was twisting in pain.

She covered the front of the urn with her hand, whispering softly, "Charlie, don't look!"

She didn't want her daughter to be sad.

...

when Evelyn returned to Oakwood

tidying up her daughter's belongings, she sat on the little bed holding her daughter's urn all night long. The next morning, Evelyn came downstairs, bumping

It was Charles.

look at her, his expression as cold as ever. He did not say much but

cold laugh. It had been three days since their daughter died, and he only just

Was she still angry about him missing

in a deep voice,

heart twisted in pain. She could never forget the scene she saw when she rushed into

in a pool of her vomited blood, and Charles was nowhere

"Mommy, Daddy arrived on time. I'm having a lot of fun with him.

time alone with her dad. Charlie believed he

stood foolishly waiting in the cold wind from

rage. Her voice was cold as

it just one missed appointment? Why would she curse her own daughter to

could she say such

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