The Reason for Going Abroad

9(a)

I thought Oliver might have misunderstood.

So I quickly added, "Well, baby... Camera."

However, Oliver seemed to be extremely angry. I didn't know if he had heard me or not.

He let go of my wrist and took a step back. Then he squatted down and picked up the fragments of the camera from the ground.

The glass was so sharp that it accidentally cut his hand. Bright red blood instantly gushed out and dripped to the ground.

But Oliver seemed not to realize it, and he was still cleaning up the fragments.

Carefully, gently and apologetically.

I suddenly felt sad and sorry for Oliver.

The wind of April in Connellsville was wet and fierce, making my face cold. I opened my mouth but found that I could not say a word.

"Fiona," said Timothy hesitantly. I felt as if his voice had come from somewhere far away. "Are you crying?"

Suddenly, Oliver raised his head and stared at Timothy coldly. "Don't talk to her!"