I forced myself to ignore the whispers around me.
“I missed Milo, so I came back to see him.”
Milo—the puppy I had raised for ten years.
My sister knew how much he meant to me.
Her expression stiffened for a brief moment before she quickly pushed my wheelchair forward. “He’s in your bedroom.”
But before I could go any further, Leo stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“Brother, today is my celebration party for getting into graduate school. You know how hard I’ve worked for this…”
As if on cue, the crowd turned their judgment toward me.
Murmurs grew louder.
People whispered that I had only achieved top grades through immoral means, almost robbing a real hard worker of his rightful spot.
But who was to blame for all the sleepless nights I had spent studying?
Still, I had no strength left to argue.
I simply nodded. “Congratulations.”
Satisfied, Leo finally let me pass.
As soon as I opened my bedroom door, my sister slipped away.
Inside, my room was in shambles.
And under the bed—
Milo lay there, barely breathing.
At that moment, the tears I had been holding back for so long finally broke free.
I finally understood.
The sea-view room my sister had built for me after my father remarried…