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

uncomfortable to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled

was no wonder he acted so oddly last

guessed that Rufus wouldn't take the circumstances well. It was clear, especially last night, that he was grieving. There was a tight squeeze

will you

her words, she

none of your

is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a dead person?'

out exclaiming,"Why are you yelling at Cassandra? I don't want to hear

nothing but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering in her eyes. She

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

looked

growing distant as he continued. "Even I want to

walking away from the table with heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the room. His hunched shoulders made

the table, Cassandra blinked absently, a strange feeling brewing up from inside her.

At the company

mentioned a word about the seemingly abrupt change to her assistant. it was as if everything had settled back into its old flow, and as usual, there was plenty of work to be done and deadlines to beat. The buzz of the activity calmed

finished, and she completed the

approval. After his review, the design would be ready to be delivered to the clients.

found the design satisfactory, it would mark the successful completion of her first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the

drifted, and she found

about Rufus

the silent desperation when he held her in his arms.

imagine the depths of his sorrow.

of that he was Horace's son, with another woman, and that he had been living alone with his mother.

that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing to return to Tang Group, probably with his own purpose.

Cassandra's thoughts occupied her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate

the door brought her back