"Raphael Bailey, this is the birthday cake I made for you, your favorite mousse cake!"
"Right, the birthday gift I promised you, because I was in such a hurry, it's not ready yet. I will finish it and give it to you, and from now on, every year, your brother Leo, Ivy Bailey, and Grandpa... we will all celebrate with you..."
"Actually, you didn't die, did you?"
Anna Jadwin's nose was red, "You're just playing hide and seek with us. I know you're hiding."
Wayne Bailey draped a blanket over her slender shoulders.
She was already wearing his coat, but the wind was still strong, and the nighttime temperature even colder.
"And, you haven't visited me in my dreams," Anna Jadwin said, her voice quivering with a sense of grievance. "Isn't it said that the person who can't let go will come back to visit? But you haven't come to see me."
Wayne Bailey: "..."
"I had such a miserable time in London, United Kingdom, and you didn't watch over me. That's not like you."
The night was silent.
