Because the time was still very short, the scent of the quilt and pillows remained fresh. He leaned against the headboard, took the shark toy in his hands, and expressionlessly gazed at the somewhat ugly doll.
He didn't understand why Norris Moore could be so childish, buying a toy and even naming it. But because she had held it close all day long, Norris's faint fragrance was still clear.
He placed Sam beside the pillow, and then closed his eyes.
It had been nine days since she passed away to when she was laid to rest.
He had not dreamt of her once.
Trenton Smith felt that she probably didn't want to see him ever again.
In life, he had deeply wounded her, so in death, she also refused to enter his dreams.
So he told her to leave, and she really never came back.
He had always known, known just how stubborn Norris Moore was. He even doubted whether he would ever see her in his dreams for the rest of his life.
*
After the funeral, everything resumed as normal.
