The family mourned for their loss. They knew Rick was also the one who was going to be involved in grief. They had written the letter to him but they didn’t know when he was going to read the letter. Perhaps he was not even going to be able to read the letter because he was in a war.

Even a week after sending the letter, no reply came from Rick. They didn’t know what to make of it. In the other hand, they hadn’t even got rid of their grief.

In the seventh day, Amanda decided to clean up the room where Stacy had choked to death. The chamber still smelled antibiotics and some files of tablets were still on the table. She scrubbed the floor, removed some cobwebs and went to make bed.

She folded blanket and then began to arrange pillows. When she lifted the pillow then she saw the tablet which she had told Stacy to gulp. She picked it up and had a clear look at it.

Stacy hadn’t choked on tablet. Then what did she die from?

*

I couldn’t sleep after I had put the cat inside the box to suffocate till death. I wanted Satan's gift to die a horrible death. For a while, I even had thought to flay it or to burn it alive.

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I went towards my wife's photo and wiped letters written by Satan. I then began to remember when I had received the letter. I recalled how broken I had felt ever since her death.

Of course I had married again and had only child – Joey. My second wife had died when Joey was twenty and I almost had lost Joey in an accident six years ago. I was grateful I hadn’t lost my son in the car accident. But I had lost my grandson in the tragedy. Very soon they had another son but there was no chance for anyone of us to forget the old ones.

The same year I started to suffer from arthritis whereas depression caught me since Stacy’s death. I remembered walking in the cemetery to offer flowers on my beloved's grave. I had talked to my father in law and Amanda. They told me everything. I was aware of her problems of choking sometimes but tablet was not the thing I could expect her to choke on.

I couldn’t forget Amanda's face when I was being described about her tragic death. "She choked on tablet…I get it. But what was the medicine for?" I had wanted answer.

"Bacterial infection." My father in law had said, "She was scratched on cheek by a blue cat – which she had adopted after you were gone from America. I killed the damn bastard the same day."