“Maximus, what are you doing sitting here? Why don’t you go in and see your wife?” Catherine said, snapping him out of the many memories that were circling in his mind.Internally, Catherine still hoped her grandson and Mary would continue their marriage, so she clung to the hope that Maximus would
“I see the superficial wounds are healing very well. Now let’s take a look at the one on your wrist.”As the doctor examined Mary, she turned to the window to avoid looking directly at her husband. She thought, “What is he doing here? Why is he here? Now he cares about what happens to me? No, I don’
Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Maximus took a seat on the sofa beside the bed. He watched the face of the young woman before him. It had been a long time since he had stopped to really look at her. Physically, his wife was no longer the same "girl" he had first met. Now she had a more mature fac
It was July 17th. That morning, the sun was shining brightly, its light filtering through the curtains. Maximus had gotten up early to go for a run. It was Saturday, yet he still planned to go to the office. His plans changed abruptly when his phone rang—it was his grandmother."Hello," he answered,
The sun streamed through the curtains of the entire mansion, signaling that morning had arrived. Mary woke up and, to her surprise, founda a letter addressed to her on her bed. The sender was her beloved grandfather, Albert. She opened it and read its contents.[My dear granddaughter,Today is your
"Mary, are you awake? Can I come in?" a deep voice called out.She turned around. It was Maximus's voice. She regretted still being in her pajamas and walked over to answer the door."Hi, Maximus!" she said as she opened the door."Hello! I have this for you. My grandmother said it's your birthday!"
Meanwhile, Mary remained seated, watching the waves come and go. Even though her family had a good standing in her country, she had never been able to visit the beach. Her father was very strict with her, often sending her to boarding schools. Weekends were for doing homework because if not, she wou
Mary walked ahead and entered the quaint shop filled with cakes of various flavors. The attendant promptly approached her with a warm smile."Hello, Miss! Would you like some cake, or will you be heading to the café?""Hmmm…" Mary turned to the man beside her for guidance."We'll head to the café,"