Nine months had passed and there was still no sign of Elias.
I had searched all the places I could. He was gone, completely gone, not even leaving a trace.
I even thought about the worst possibility of him being dead.
I would feel better if he was dead. At least I could grieve for him, recall him, and tell the baby that its father had not abandoned it.
But what had he done?
Did he really think he was an immortal who came down to earth to experience the tribulation and could retire after that without even asking?
I really hated him.
My parents prepared a full table of dishes. I looked at the delicious meal on the table and tears instantly poured down my face.
I hugged my mom and cried so hard that I let out all the aggression, sadness, and helplessness I had felt for the past eight months. I was no longer the tough businesswoman nor was I a powerful leader, I was just a helpless woman.
"Yvette told me that Elias had disappeared. What did she mean by that?"