He sighed again. “Nathan always got jealous. But stealing my glove on a mountain was too much.”
“You liar!” I clenched my teeth until they almost broke.
But I was only a ghost now and no one could hear my anger or grief.
“But as his brother-in-law, I won’t hold it against him. Still, he shouldn’t have risked his life like that.”
“Walter, stop making excuses for him. Tell him to come back. I’ll even apologize, alright?”
Then, a cold voice interrupted him. “And why should you do that?”
It was my girlfriend, Winona Palmer. Her eyes were like ice as she glared at the Walter.
“He tried to take Justin’s glove in minus fifty degrees and now he’s the victim? Tell him we don’t buy that act. If he doesn’t come back today, then he should never come back at all.”
I stared at her, tears falling down my face.
Winona… you think I’m like that, too?
The wrinkles on Walter’s face deepened with sorrow. “Sir, Madam… he was still your son. He was your brother. Your fiancé…”
“Hah.” My mother let out a cold laugh. “I don’t have a son who went off having fun outside while I was dying.”