Three years ago, Nathan Moore had always silently etched in his heart the memories of that time. In the first New Year after she married into the family, that night, he pushed Olivia Zane in a wheelchair to watch the fireworks in the yard. With an occasional glance back, he saw, on the fourth floor's observation deck, a lonely figure hugging their knees, sitting there.
Despite the passage of many years, he still remembered the feelings at that moment: his heart felt like it was suddenly grabbed, a suffocating sensation that made it somewhat difficult to breathe.
It was hatred that had blinded him then, causing him not to recognize his own heart in time. Later, on countless occasions when she fell asleep drunk, he would enter her room, sit by the bed watching her slumber, lingering for a long while. Sometimes he would even quietly lie down beside her, pull back the duvet, draw her into his chest, and only leave quietly as the sky began to brighten.
