The son accidentally scratched his assistant's stockings while playing with the plane, and the husband kept him in the closet all day.

After the divorce, I left the old city. One night, an unknown number rang.

"Hello, who is this?"

Hearing my voice, the person on the other end seemed to sob, but quickly responded.

"Tomorrow is our son's death anniversary. I want to see him…"

That familiar tone. I knew it was my ex-husband.

"You're mistaken. Our son's anniversary passed ages ago. Don't contact me again."

I heard his choked voice through the phone. In the past, my heart would have ached, and I’d have rushed to comfort him.

Now, I hung up without hesitation, blocking his number to stop him from bothering me.