"This is your mommy's bedroom." William took them to the side bedroom. Everything was the same as before, as if Mary had lived here yesterday.
"And here is where Mommy watched TV. She loved watching TV shows." William pointed at the sofa in the living room. "Your mommy loved eating snacks and laughing loudly.
This is the kitchen area and the dining table..."
Wherever they went, William had a story about Mary. Not only did he not forget every detail about her, but as time went by, the more he missed her. His memory had gotten clearer as they explored the apartment.
William had a sudden realization. He didn't live here alone in the past four years. He lived with his memories about Mary every day.
Ring... Ring...
The phone rang again. As soon as William picked it up, he heard Mary shouting.
"Where are you? Why aren't you downstairs?" Mary snapped. "Take
htened his grip. "We will."
Mary stared at him blankly.
"That's good." The old lady looked at them both and smiled.
"Then we'll go downstairs now. We'll talk again when we come back."
"Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt!"
"Yes, yes. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt." Seeing the warm-hearted old couple walk inside the elevator, Mary had forgotten that she was still holding William's hand. "I heard that you've lived here all this time."
"This is our home. This was the only place where I could feel your presence, where I know I truly had you," William answered firmly.
"Mommy!"
When Mary was at loss for words, Alick came out of the apartment and threw himself into her arms.
Mary shook off William's hand and held her son in her arms. "Good boy, Alick. Let's go home."
"Okay."
"Where's Elissa?" Mary caressed her son's head.
"She's still inside."