Edwin had moved a small desk to the door, working on his homework while keeping an eye on the door.
Olivia wanted milk again.
She looked at Cecilia expectantly.
Cecilia called Mark, who told her what happened.
âJust come back then,â she said softly, looking at the rain outside.
She decided to feed Olivia some baby food instead.
At that moment, Mark was exiting a baby store.
By the time he opened the car door, half of his body was drenched.
Sitting inside his car and drying himself with a towel, he said, âIâll check a few more stores to see if they have this milk powder.
â
Cecilia, her tone strained, asked, âDo you know what time it is now?
Do you realize how heavy the rain is?â
Mark was seated in the car, holding the phone.
He replied softly, âBut Olivia needs milk tonight.
Iâm her father.
Going to a few more stores to get her milk powder isnât a big deal.
â
Cecilia couldnât hold back her tears.
âReally? Now you remember that she is your daughter? What have you been doing for the past two years? You⦠Yes, you were unwell and had to stay away.
But what are you doing now? Do you want to get soaked in the rain, catch a high fever, and engage in self- destructive behavior?â
After Ceciliaâs outburst, there was silence on both ends.
Mark gently touched the steering wheel and asked softly, âIf I were to do that, would you worry about me?â
âNolâ
She should have hung up the phone after saying that, but she didnât.
âWhere are you right now?â
He shared his location, checked the weather, and added, âDonât come out.
â
Cecilia had already grabbed her car keys and headed outside.
âWait right there.
Iâm more familiar with Duefron than you are.
I know where to buy the milk powder.
â
Mark held onto his phone.