A Graduation Gift

The morning came.

Rufus took off last night, leaving Cassandra in the arms of a restless sleep.

She opened her eyes at first light. Still too early, but it was impossible for her to go back to sleep. Cassandra lay awake in bed, waiting for the tell-tale signs of morning to rouse her from her half-asleep state. That morning at breakfast, there was still no trace of Rufus. Hadn't he returned last night?

On the table were only two people - Horace, wearing a glum expression and Jill who was her usual grumpy self. Lionel's seat remained empty, too. Cassandra had no idea where he was.

"Good morning," she greeted the older couple politely.

Neither of them responded, as if they didn't hear her. Cassandra proceeded to sit down uncomfortably, watching her motions as if fearing that the smallest movement would disturb the two. She took a glass of milk and drank it with uncharacteristic attention, as Horace and Jill continued to sit wordlessly.

After a while, the silence became too excruciating and Cassandra could not help but ask,"Where is Rufus? Haven't seen him lately?"

Jill's head shot up at her words, as if she had said something unforgivable. She looked at Cassandra, her eyes silently speaking in daggers.

For some implacable reason, Cassandra felt as if she had made an offense. She lowered her head, waiting for Jill's reproach, although it was not clear what upset her. But instead, Horace spoke, letting off a heavy sigh as he looked at Cassandra.

"He is not here. He probably won't be home for a long time," he said sorrowfully, his eyes drowning Cassandra with an unknown grief. He closed his eyes and continued,"This is all my fault."

It was rare for Horace to be in such low spirits. He seemed to be holding in something.

"What happened?" Cassandra pressed.

She had not been able to shake the feeling from last night. She had been ill-at-ease, as if something was not right.

"Don't blame yourself. That woman died of illness. You are not to blame,"

Jill, who had been quiet, said with a sour tone. Cassandra's paled at her words.

That woman? Died of illness?

Horace turned to Jill sharply and said,"You! Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you! Rufus is preparing his mother's funeral abroad, so he won't be home for some time. I owe him and his mother everything..."

sigh, and Jill spoke nothing

mind reeled from the realizations,

died. It was no wonder

know much about their relationship, she guessed that Rufus wouldn't take the circumstances well. It was clear, especially last night, that he was grieving. There was a tight

you attend the

her words over. The moment she uttered her words, she realized her mistake. Jill was glaring at her. Cassandra could

This is none of your business. You are NOT in

eyes. 'Jill is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a dead person?' she thought to herself,

I don't want to hear you

but to give Cassandra a resentful glance,

usually callous woman's tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that much, and voiced out an apology,"Dad,

looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had caught

he continued. "Even I want to see her

heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra

blinked absently, a strange

At the company

murmurs of employees going over their tasks. It seemed as everyone was blissfully unaware of the events that transpired last night. No one even mentioned a word about the seemingly abrupt change to her assistant. it was as if everything had settled back

was almost finished,

his review, the design would be ready to be delivered to

first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the prospect, leaning back on her

thoughts unknowingly drifted, and

about Rufus

night flashed in her mind - his tired, dispirited eyes, and the silent desperation when he held

imagine the depths of his

what little she knew about him consisted mostly of that he was Horace's son, with another woman, and that he had been living alone with his mother. It must be a heavy blow for

Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time,

She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of

the door brought