At Sebastian's words, I instinctively ran to the window and looked down—just in time to see him lift his head.
Our eyes met. He raised a hand and waved at me.
For a fleeting moment, I was transported back to the past, back when Lillian was still alive.
I remembered how, on my birthday, on Lillian's birthday, or on any special occasion, Sebastian would quietly make all the arrangements and then stand downstairs just like this, waving for me and our daughter to come down and join him.
But those days were gone forever.
The thought of Lillian sent another wave of coldness through my heart.
I had no intention of seeing him. But when my eyes landed on the jewelry box on the table, a sudden urge to demand answers took over.
So, I went downstairs.
Sebastian stood beside his car, holding a
