Chapter 19 +25 BONUS Chapter 19 Timothy paused , as if thinking about his schedule . Then , he said , " I'll be back on Friday afternoon . Give me two days . " I let out a small sigh of relief . At least he had agreed to my request . On my way back , I checked with a funeral parlor , and they advised that it would be best to conduct the burial in the morning , as the weather could become too hot after noon . I didn't dare ask too much of Timothy , though . I didn't want him to change his mind . Two days from now , in the afternoon , my daughter would finally experience her father's love . Timothy briskly confirmed the time with me before heading upstairs with Yasmin . I returned to the guest room and stood by the window . I later watched as Daphne hopped and skipped while Timothy and Yasmin held each of her hands . A driver and an assistant trailed them , dragging two large suitcases . Even Daphne's white Labrador was joining them on their trip . I smiled faintly , picked up the medication the psychiatrist had prescribed , and swallowed it . The bitterness of the pills lingered , seeping from my mouth into my heart . The days flew by , and it was soon Friday . During that time , a company had called to schedule an interview for Friday afternoon . One of the job applications I'd sent out earlier had finally gotten a response . But since Timothy and I had agreed to bury our daughter that afternoon , I asked if the interview could be rescheduled . As expected , my request was rejected . A rare job opportunity slipped away just like that , but I didn't regret it . I woke up early on Friday morning . After breakfast , I headed to the cemetery . There were many tedious procedures to complete before the burial . Since Timothy wouldn't be back until the afternoon , I handled everything except the actual burial on my own , afraid that he would find them bothersome . For one , there was a ritual to bid farewell to my daughter and recite prayers to bless her soul . But as noon approached , I called the Grant residence to find that Timothy had yet to return . I called him , but no one answered . I checked the time - it was already noon . If he were on a plane , his phone should've been turned off . But it wasn't . I just couldn't reach him . An ominous feeling crept up inside me . He had promised me . He had said that he would be back on Friday afternoon . He had told me to wait for him . He would come , wouldn't he ? I stood quietly in front of the tombstone I'd chosen for my daughter , watching as time slipped away second by second . Just then , a staff member approached and said , " Ms. York , it's already 4:30 pm . If we don't bury her soon , it'll be dark . " My heart ultimately turned to ice . Timothy wasn't coming . Before entering that dark , cold world , my daughter 1/2 Chapter 19 wouldn't even get a single glance from her father . " I understand . Let's go ahead with the burial , " I said , my voice catching . I had to force the words out . +25 BONUS I only received a call from Timothy on my way back . I didn't answer , and I turned off my phone . This was the first time since discovering his affair that I'd begged him for something ; it was also the only time I felt we still had something to share . But I had handled it alone . From now on , there was no need for us to talk to each other anymore . I thought I'd make peace with it and let it go , but that night , I couldn't sleep again . Wide awake , I scrolled through Instagram to see Yasmin's latest post . It was a photo of her in a pink dress , crouching while hugging her white Labrador as she pouted . The caption read , " My doggy has got a tummy ache , so we had to delay our return home . Does anyone know a good pet hospital in Barry Isle ? " The post , made only minutes ago , already had hundreds of comments