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 more

to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled from the realizations, and somehow, a part

wonder he acted so oddly last night.

Cassandra didn't 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 squeeze

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

that you are Lionel's wife. Why are you so concerned with that? This is none of your business. You

looked down once more, if only to avoid the woman's eyes. 'Jill is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a dead person?' she thought to herself,

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

but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering in her eyes. She stormed upstairs, wiping at

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

food on her plate. Even the rest of her meal looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had caught the bitterness of that morning's tension.

as he continued. "Even I want to see her

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

Cassandra blinked absently, a strange

At the company

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

given her was almost finished, and

approval. After his review, the design would be ready

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

thoughts unknowingly drifted,

about Rufus again.

eyes, and the silent desperation when he held her

not even imagine the depths of his

knew about him consisted mostly of that he was Horace's son, with another woman, and that he had been living alone with

be lazy and 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

her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of

abrupt knock on the door brought her