“Fever? Do you have any medicine?” he asked, answering the call. My eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t take you to the clinic today; I have something to do. What? That high? Okay, wait for me. I'll be right over.”
He hung up and turned to me, his eyes filled with awkwardness and an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. “It's... It's Felicity. Her child has a fever. I need to…”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. “It’s fine,” I said, my voice eerily calm. “You should go. The child is more important.”
He stood up, hesitating for a moment before grabbing his coat. “Wait for me, okay? I'll pick you up. I’ll be back soon,” he promised, then hurriedly left.
I was left alone, staring at the half-eaten cake. The rain outside lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the tears I refused to shed. Sighing deeply, I finished the cake and got up to leave.
Outside, I hailed a cab and told the driver to drop me at Silver Moon Pack. The drizzle had turned into a steady downpour, and by the time I reached the entrance of our apartment building, I was soaked and shivering. The cold rain on my face felt almost purifying, washing away the remnants of the evening’s farce.