However, the next day when the plane landed, I turned on my phone and immediately received a threatening message from Kirsten.
[Elsie, if you don't cherish such a good man as Sergio, I will not hold back.]
Attached was a photo of Kirsten cuddled up in Sergio's arms, both of them naked in bed.
Seeing that photo made me feel a wave of physical nausea.
Sergio must have spent the night away and had no idea I had already left; he wouldn't see the breakup gift I left for him on the table.
Otherwise, he should have no mood to screw with Kirsten right now.
I replied to her message: [Respect and wish you happiness.]
[I left a gift for you on the table in the apartment; make sure to unwrap it and take a look.]
I did not block or delete Kirsten, thinking I might want to check in on future developments.
What I did not expect was that Kirsten and Sergio never even opened the box I left behind.
The reason was that Kirsten felt uncomfortable having her man keep things from his ex-girlfriend, and Sergio, wanting to appease Kirsten, threw the box containing his medical records straight into the trash without even looking.
It was a pity; if Sergio had opened it and actively sought treatment, he might have lived a few more days.
Maybe it was his fate.
I returned the cross and then prayed in front of it, asking for Jesus to forgive my negligence in protection.
In a daze, I seemed to hear Jesus's voice forgiving me.
Sergio only mocked me for doing futile things, but he did not know the effort I put into bringing the cross there.
It was not easy to acquire such a large cross.
I had run from church to factory to get it.
Yet Sergio and the others destroyed all my hard work in just one hour.
Sergio was right; what I did was indeed futile.
