That day, I worked late as usual. It was pouring, and I couldn't bring myself to spend the money on a cab, so I walked home in the rain and came down with a fever.
I couldn't bring myself to go to the hospital, either. Dominic sent me a hundred dollars and told me to see a doctor.
I bought the cheapest fever reducers I could find.
With what was left, I put together something that almost resembled a candlelit dinner.
I waited until the food went stone cold before Dominic finally called. His voice was heavy with guilt.
"I'm sorry, babe. The company sprung a last-minute business trip on me. I need the money for our son's treatment, so I had to say yes."
That night, the hospital issued another critical condition notice for our son.
I called Dominic ninety-nine times. Sent ninety-nine messages. Every single one vanished into silence.
The next morning, he called back, dark circles carved deep under his eyes. He said he'd been up all night and had only just seen my messages.
I didn't doubt him for a second.
But the truth was, he had flown to Harbor City to spend a fortune celebrating his mistress's birthday.
I stared at the photos on Eve's phone, unable to look away.