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..."

and Jill spoke nothing more of the matter.

from uncomfortable to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled

died. It was no wonder he acted so oddly

especially last night, that he was grieving. There was

you attend the

she realized her mistake.

you that you are Lionel's wife. Why are you so concerned with that? This is none of your business. You are NOT in a position to talk about these things!" Jill admonished, placing a fist strongly on

is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a

at Cassandra? I don't want to

glance, her tears quivering

the usually callous woman's tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that much, and

Even the rest of her meal looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had

not have known..." Horace replied gently, his eyes growing distant as he continued.

from the table with heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the room. His hunched shoulders made him seem much smaller and

alone on the table, Cassandra blinked absently, a strange feeling brewing up

At the company

her assistant. it was as if everything had settled back into its old flow, and

almost finished, and she completed the rest that

all she needed was his approval. After his review, the design would be ready to

mark the successful completion of her first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the prospect, leaning back

thoughts unknowingly drifted, and she

about Rufus again.

the silent desperation when he held her in his arms. A frown subconsciously appeared

even imagine the depths of his

and that he had been living alone with his mother. It must be a heavy blow for him to lose the only one person he could call

that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This

Is he alright?' she wondered. Cassandra's thoughts occupied her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of her face

the door