My dad and mom had only been gone for three days, yet the two murderers were celebrating the arrival of another new life.
The irony was unbearable.
I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eye and turned to leave.
When I arrived at my parents' memorial hall, it was completely empty. The incense in front of their portraits had long since burned out.
At that moment, the strength I'd been forcing crumbled completely.
All the grievances, anger, regret, and sorrow of losing my parents that I'd bottled up these past few days suddenly exploded, flooding my heart all at once.
I collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Brent, why are you here? Don't cry, I'm here."
Harrington burst through the door, frantically embracing me.
"Did you have a nightmare? Or are you missing your parents?"
Seeing the concern on his face only struck me as incredibly fake. As he leaned in close, the scent of his cologne made my stomach churn.
With a retch, I vomited all over him.