But the second Alma called, he wouldn't think twice about leaving me alone on a rainy night.
He always said he loved me. But he could never let go of what he called his "debt."
"Fine. Since you think the hallway is so spacious, then you two can wait out there."
I pressed the call button on the wall. My voice gave nothing away.
The head nurse pushed open the door, looked at me, then at William, her expression caught somewhere between a rock and a hard place.
"Mrs. Stephens, this... Mr. Stephens is a VIP guest of our hospital, and Miss Harding is an injured patient..."
I knew what I looked like to them. A bitter housewife lounging around at home, surviving on the allowance William Stephens deigned to give her.
I didn't argue. Didn't make a scene. I just looked at him, steady and silent.
"No need to call security." I turned, nudging the spilled cup of milk aside with my foot. "William, the room is yours. But remember this: what you took from me today, you'll beg me to give back someday. And when that day comes, I won't want it anymore."