Max had commented below: *"I wish that we both get everything our hearts desire."*
I zoomed in on the photo.
On their necks—both of them—several dark, damning hickeys.
I stared at the red marks until my vision blurred. An invisible hand crushed my heart, squeezing the life out of me. Breathing became a physical battle.
Three years of marriage. A stomach hemorrhage. A hospital bed.
She was out partying with her intern, celebrating his "rebirth."
*What am I to her?*
Numbly, I dialed Jade's number.
It rang for a long time. When she finally picked up, bass thumped and laughter echoed in the background.
"What is it?" Sharp. Impatient.
I licked my cracked lips. "I left my laptop at home. There's an urgent document on it. Can you bring it to the hospital?"
A scoff. Loud and cruel.
"Andrew Mason, are you done yet?"
"Using this kind of pathetic excuse to trick me into coming over? Trying to separate me and Max?" Another laugh. "Does it make you feel better?"
I closed my eyes. A tear leaked out. "What if I'm really sick, Jade?"
"Sick? What sickness could you possibly have?" Her voice rose, dripping with mockery. "Don't tell me you're going to say cancer?"