Chapter 36
- The wind was brushing the hair on his forehead, and somehow I was mesmerized by his face, no matter how pained his expression was.
- “I wasn’t there for him when his wife was dying. I was jealous, stupid…” He shook his head, and I gripped the rusty metal in front of me, fearing that he might lose concentration on the road.
- “Jealous of his a dying wife?” I stared in disbelief.