In the small hours of the morning, he'd drag himself home, exhausted to the bone, and still find the strength to hold me, soothing me gently.
"Once we've paid off the debt, we'll try for another baby, okay? I'm going to work even harder. For you."
I shook my head, tears streaming.
"Don't push yourself so hard. We'll pay it off together."
From that day on, I worked three jobs.
To save every penny, I waited until after seven each evening to buy the marked-down produce.
When pork got too expensive, I started buying the scraps and offcuts that nobody else wanted.
Now I watched Eve Sullivan slice into a premium Wagyu steak with perfect elegance.
I said nothing.
While my son was alive, he never once wore a decent piece of clothing. And here she was, waving her knife and fork around, bragging that a single cufflink on her son's sleeve cost hundreds of thousands.
I asked, "So you just let him steal the suit and give it to your son?"
"Well, he didn't want to at first. Said the thing was cheap and it'd be beneath our son to wear it."
She stroked the little boy's head as he sipped his juice.
"But when he heard the wife made it herself, nearly went blind sewing it, I got curious."