29
Because of the heinous nature of the case, the Atkinson family had to fight for dozens of months before finally securing Miguel a chance to fulfill his final wish.
His hands were cuffed, and two plainclothes officers accompanied him as he boarded a private jet bound for Canada.
Marcus was gently pushing the baby stroller, enjoying a slow, peaceful stroll.
I held a sunshade umbrella, frowning slightly as I stared at my phone.
“Which one do you think we should go to?”
I pointed at a few recommended posts on the screen. “This one looks good, and this one seems alright too…”
Marcus smiled indulgently. “Then let’s go to all of them. I rarely get time off to take you and the baby out.”
Marcus’s phone suddenly rang. It was his assistant calling.
glanced over at him. “Spending time with us matters, but work’s important too. You should take the call, just in case it’s urgent.”
‘My wife is the best.”
Marcus kissed my cheek and stepped aside to answer.
The baby suddenly began to cry. I checked the stroller and realized I had forgotten to bring the bottle.
After buying the bottle and returning, I spotted a hunched figure standing beside the stroller.
stepped forward cautiously. “What are you doing?”
The figure trembled slightly, his body stiff and unmoving.
quickly pulled the stroller back in front of me. The baby was gnawing on her fingers, letting out soft whimpers.
‘I saw your stroller about to roll down the slope, so I came to steady it. Don’t be afraid…”
Only then did I notice that the stroller was indeed parked right at the edge of a downward slope.
‘Thank you!”
Cold sweat formed on my back. I thanked him again and again.
‘It’s all thanks to you. If you’re free, let me treat you to a meal…”
The man kept his back turned.
‘No need. I’m just a homeless man. I’m not worthy of dining with someone like you.”
With that, he turned and walked away without looking back.
As I watched his retreating figure, I suddenly felt he resembled Miguel.
But I quickly shook the thought from my mind. News from back home said Miguel should still be in prison.
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After leaving the mall, Miguel took one last look at the blue sky and exhaled softly.
He suddenly broke free from the officers’ grip, bolted toward the overpass, and leaped without hesitation.
A heavy crash echoed beneath the bridge as blood slowly seeped from under his body.
Crowds quickly gathered around.
Miguel’s consciousness began to fade. In a haze, he found himself back on that day.
Saoirse, frail and dazed, leaned against him, saying she felt terrible and begging for help.
Miguel had pushed her away and turned to block me at the door.
“Belle, nothing happened between us. The paparazzi didn’t catch anything. Don’t go after them.”
His tone had lightened.
“Let’s take a break today, just the two of us. Let’s go eat something good.”
But the image of “Belle” beside him blurred, then vanished into thin air.
Miguel snapped back to reality. Blood was pooling beneath him.
There was no cure in the world for regret. And he could never return to the days that once were.
