On my birthday, Arthur said early in the morning that he had a surprise for me.

He wanted me to go out with him, but my mind was full of various stories I had been weaving, causing me a lot of pain.

He didn't want to force me, so he left me at home and said he would come to pick me up in the evening.

But in the evening, he was still not back. When he finally made a video call, he said:

“Cary, I’m sorry... the car broke down halfway, I’m taking a cab home, I’ll be there soon. I’m really sorry...”

For some reason, he had started...