“Here, I’ll drop you off on the side of the road. You can catch a cab to your mom’s place,” she added.
Before I could say another word, she pulled over and shoved me out of the car.
By the time I got to my mother’s house, my child’s face was flushed red from the fever. His cries had grown faint, weaker than I’d ever heard before.
“Why are you the only one here? Where’s Willette?” my mom asked as she held Tad tightly.
“She had something to do.”
Quickly, we rushed to the hospital. After checking him over, the doctor’s expression turned grave.
“The fever’s been going on too long. We’ll need to transfer him to the ICU for observation.”
My mom’s eyes welled with anger. “What on earth could be more important than her own child? She always seemed like such a good wife and mother, but now—”
“Mom.” I cut her off, my voice sharp. “She’s cheating.”
She froze, her mouth opening but no words coming out.
Right then, my phone buzzed again.
It was a text from an unknown number, with a picture attached.
[Burned my hand a little while cooking. But she was already so worried that she rushed over right away to take care of me.]