"Come on, stop this. I know I shouldn't have left you on the side of the road today."
"But Lena was hurt. I had to take her to the hospital."
"I've already sent the car to the shop. It'll be good as new, I promise. Can you stop being upset now?"
A car could be fixed.
But a shattered heart—how do you fix that?
Tears spilled before I could stop them.
He didn't soften the way he used to. No tenderness, no concern. He paced in front of me, visibly irritated.
"Willow, can you stop being so unreasonable for once?"
"You can check my phone. You can look through my bank statements. What more do you want from me?"
"Lena has no parents. She's completely alone in this world. I'm not asking you to feel what she feels, but can't you show a shred of compassion?"
My chest locked up. I opened my mouth.
I wanted to tell him I was alone in this world now too.
I wanted to tell him I was the one who was hurt.
But in the end, all I wanted was to run.
The moment my feet hit the floor, a searing pain shot through me and I crumpled to the ground.
Curtis sighed, bent down, and carried me back to the bed.
I turned away, refusing to look at him. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face him.