So it really was Mr. Dawkins, who lived next door?
That made sense. Someone old enough to be invited to see a cat was certainly too old for a family room.
Parents had their privacy too, and there might be things they wouldn't want their children to know about.
Old Man Katon's voice wasn't loud. In the darkness, it even sounded like a gentle confession, in stark contrast to his actions.
And although no specific names had come up, the doctor mentioned in his final sentence was enough to narrow down the identity to a certain extent.
Lucy, who'd been stood up, had once explained that their ill-fated connection had begun because Katon had been brought here by his father, who was a doctor.
The right profession, the bedside confession, and one of the items on his Wish List... Taken together, they made it overwhelmingly likely that the person who'd had a pillow shoved at him in the middle of the night was Katon's father.
Though that filial devotion was a bit intense.
On his deathbed, the regret Old Man Katon was desperate to make up for was sneaking into his father's room in the middle of the night and pressing a pillow over his face?
No wonder his devotion to his father had lasted his whole life. It was truly moving.
Reflecting on this profound father-son bond that had never come to pass, Fu Qian found himself even more curious about the list Old Man Katon had made.
Let's sum up what we know so far--
The place: not the hometown of the person involved, but somewhere unfamiliar that he'd visited with his father many years ago.
The time: it seemed to have happened at least thirty years ago, and the passage of time had left its mark on