6

If the soul has a heart, then my heart has been broken into countless pieces. Scott actually allowed Grace to stay in our new house. I had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. Although Scott did not touch Grace , he chose to let her sleep in the bed that originally belonged to me. The five-year relationship between Scott and I collapsed in front of this little girl. I hate my own blindness and I also hate Scott 's fickleness. However, as a firefighter, shouldn't he rescue me from danger?

Scott lay on the sofa, staring at the message that had not been replied for a long time in a daze. Nannan lay sickly in the corner, not touching the dog food in front of him. Scott edited repeatedly in the dialog box, but in the end did not send a single word. His inner struggle and regret are no longer important to me. Because I can't go back, we can never go back.

Late at night, Scott woke up from his dream, sweating all over, his pajamas soaked. He rushed into the master bedroom and woke up Grace who was sleeping soundly . Grace sat up in surprise: "Brother, are you here to accompany me? I've been waiting for you all night!" Scott was like a deaf person, mechanically flipping through my dressing table, looking for the missing bracelet.

The cosmetics on the table were all over the place, and the jewelry was scattered all over the floor. After searching through the dressing table, Scott cast his eyes on the wardrobe. Grace was so scared that she cried loudly and hugged Scott 's waist: "Don't scare me, what happened!" Scott 's eyes regained clarity, and he looked at the mess on the floor helplessly: "It's okay, Hannah , I just had a nightmare, dreaming of you ..." Before he finished speaking, both of them were stunned.

Scott broke away from Grace , helped her put on her pajamas, and said gently: "I'm sorry to wake you up, go to sleep quickly, I'll go back to the living room to watch." Grace was about to say something, but was interrupted by Scott 's slamming the door. Scott sank into the sofa, scratching his hair in annoyance. Finally, he picked up his phone and sent me long texts, expressing regret and seeking reconciliation. However, it was too late for me.

At dawn, Scott was awakened by a shrill ring. He picked up the phone without looking at the screen and said anxiously: "Hannah, are you willing to forgive me? I'll come to find you!" However, what came from the receiver was my mother's reserved voice: "Son-in-law, it's me, Hannah's mother. I just want to ask, is Hannah okay?" Scott's face turned pale in an instant, and the sound of the car keys falling to the ground was particularly shrill in the quiet morning. He asked tremblingly: "Didn't Hannah go back to her hometown to find you?"