Chapter 16

I couldn't be bothered to answer Abigail's question. Instead, I carefully went through each of Kayla's belongings. These were the things Kayla had treasured most when she was alive. I picked up a family photo, staring at the warm smile on Kayla's face as tears the size of raindrops rolled down my cheeks. This photo was taken at my wedding with Abigail. Abigail and I were seated in it, and Kayla had her arms around us, smiling so brightly. Suddenly, a hand snatched the photo from me and slammed it on the coffee table. Abigail glared at me, her face hard as she spat out angrily, "Did you ever even care about me?" Without a word, I picked up the photo again and gently placed it back in the paper bag. I looked up, meeting her furious gaze with a calm expression, and replied evenly, "Kayla was my family, my flesh and blood. Of course, she was the most important person to me." Hearing my answer, Abigail's eyes filled with disappointment. She grabbed my arm, her voice rising in fury.