Ever since her father announced the wedding, Mary has been depressed. Mary should be thrilled with the idea of finally having a mother-figure again—yet she’s heartbroken instead. This is the third time her father will re-marry ever since her biological mother passed away twelve years ago. Mary is mad and exhausted.

In the days that followed, Mary did the best she could to avoid her father. Her father tried to talk to her about it but she would always shut him away. At home, she wouldn't dare to even look him in the eye for fear that it would hurt her even more. She got used to getting free rides to and from school with her boyfriend, instead of her father.

One day, her boyfriend wasn't able to pick her up from school. Hence, her only choice was to go with her father. Once she got to the parking lot, her father was already waiting patiently next to his car as if expecting Mary.

'We need to have a talk, Mary’

'No we don't'

‘It’s about the wedding’

'Well, I don’t want to talk to you about the wedding’

‘What do you want then?’

‘For you to just leave me alone’

'Mary—'

'I said LEAVE ME ALONE!'

Before her father left, he pulled something out from his pocket and placed it in her hands.

'Here are the keys to the car. Have them. I can walk home... be safe okay?' 

He said before walking away.

On the way home, Mary got stuck in very heavy traffic. Apparently, there has been a road accident ahead. As she steps out of her car, she sees a red broken Ford swept away to the side of the road. There’s a crowd of people and policemen around the scene. 

'What happened?' Mary asks the old man beside her. 

'A road accident. The driver made it out safe, but the other guy was unfortunate'

Mary’s heart stiffens. 'The other guy?' 

She pushes through the crowd of people, struggling to reach the center of the commotion. Then, she sees him. In a pool of red. The warm smile she remembers, forever wiped off his face.Her heart stops. She drops to her knees and holds onto him tight. 'Dad' she whispers and gazes up to the skies. Tears roll down her cheeks, 'I'm sorry'. Her stomach is churning and her head is pounding. Grief and guilt is overwhelming her. 'I'm sorry' she repeats, wishing he’d still be alive to hear that.

The night she arrived home, she found a letter sitting on the kitchen table. It was written in her father’s scrawled handwriting. She begins to read it aloud.

Dear Mary,

I know you're upset with me and don't want to talk to me; that's why I'm writing you this letter. I just want to let you know that I’d called off the wedding. I wish you know there isn’t an opinion more important to me than yours and I can’t stand seeing my daughter unhappy. I did it for the good of you and me. I love you.

Sincerely,
Dad