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..."

another rueful sigh, and Jill

time, the atmosphere turned from uncomfortable to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled from the realizations, and somehow, a part her

It was no wonder he acted so oddly

well. It was clear, especially last night, that he was grieving.

will you

she realized her mistake. Jill was glaring at her. Cassandra

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 the

avoid the woman's eyes. 'Jill is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a dead person?' she thought to herself, but wisely

when Horace burst out exclaiming,"Why are you yelling at Cassandra? I don't want to hear you speak of Rufus that way

but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering in

guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that much, and voiced out an apology,"Dad, I'm sorry. I

meal looked cold and unappetizing,

known..." Horace replied gently, his eyes growing distant as he continued. "Even I want to see her one more time,

stood up, slowly shaking his head and walking away from the table with heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the room.

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

At the company

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

given her was almost finished, and she completed the rest that day.

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

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

thoughts unknowingly drifted, and she

about Rufus

dispirited eyes, and the silent desperation when he

the

and that he had been living alone with

evil, like he cared about nothing, but Cassandra could clearly see that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing to return to Tang Group, probably with his own

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

knock on the door