But I opened my mouth and just said, “She didn't say anything, Max. Our daughter just shared interesting things in school today. She then asked me about her birthday arrangements in three days.”
“Oh, okay, but hold on, Arabelle.” Maximilian Kostomarov pulled out his cell phone to reply to the message. He then absentmindedly chimed in, “By the way, is there something wrong with you today? Why are you calling me so many times?”
I made up a lie. “Nothing happened, Max. It's still about Vilhelmina's birthday. She especially cares about her tenth birthday this year. She has been talking about it all this month. She is so excited for her party.”
Maximilian took back his cell phone. He then naturally put his arm around my shoulders.
“Don't worry, my wife. I've been preparing for Vilhelmina's birthday half a year in advance. I promise I will give her an unforgettable memory.” He inhaled and frowned. “What is this smell on you?”
I answered, “Oh, sorry, Max. There's blood all over your pants!”
“It's fine, my wife.” Maximilian suddenly changed his face. “Are you okay? Are you injured?”
That was Vilhelmina's blood. I forced myself to hold back my grief.