The Potential of Love

On a rainy day, David Robinson, my father, went home to close the windows, but he caught my husband, Ethan Wilson, hanging out with his lover.

In a panic, they pushed David to the ground, and both ran away.

By the time I rushed home, I had missed the chance to hear David's last words.

There was an unsent message left on his phone.

David: [Violet, if I can't make it, please don't quarrel with Ethan. You should communicate with him more if you have any misunderstandings...]

His message broke my heart, and I immediately called Ethan dozens of times.