"It took too long. We missed the best window to save him."
I walked over slowly and looked at my father's body. I wanted to cry, but no matter what, I could not.
Noah pulled me into his arms and comforted me softly.
"Zoey, don't be afraid. You still have me. This time, your father was just unlucky, but don't worry. I'll give him the most dignified funeral."
It was clearly a man-made disaster, yet he brushed it off as nothing more than bad luck.
I clenched my fists and silently counted down the days until I could sign the divorce agreement, forcing myself to suppress the urge to hit him.
When I spoke, my voice was full of gratitude. "That is very thoughtful of you. I thank you on my father's behalf."
From that day on, Noah put on the act of an exceptionally devoted son-in-law both in
