In a haze, I remembered a winter years ago, when I had the flu. He’d stayed by my bed, making hot cocoa, even warming my feet in his arms. He said, “Evelyn, I know you’re afraid of the cold. Every winter, I’ll keep your feet warm.”
But just three months ago, after I miscarried and lay in the hospital weak and shivering from blood loss, Ryan dragged me out to a ski resort because Sophia wanted to ski. I stumbled again and again on the slopes, my body breaking down further, leaving me in constant pain every time the weather turned cold.
“Evelyn, what are you daydreaming about?” Sophia strolled over with a glass of red wine, “accidentally” spilling it over me. “Oops, sorry! But it doesn’t matter, Ryan bought that coat anyway. If it’s dirty, he’ll just buy you another one.”
Her words had barely left her lips when she suddenly shrieked, clutching her neck. “My diamond necklace! The one Ryan gave me! It was here just now—I only stepped into the restroom, and now it’s gone!”
The room fell silent.