ed to say, but he was a

Ah

harp edge of the coffee table caught my arm, slicing through my

nding. Tears sprang to my eyes ins

ession hardening with irritation. He thought I was fakin

" he muttered, running a

beside me, roughly grabbing my arm to inspect the cut. I didn' t pull away.

und my arm when his phone rang again. A cheer

to set a special ringtone for

the phone of

ed from the speaker. "I think I drank too

ation vanished, replaced by concern. He hu

letely ignored. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed the box of hang

called out,

d. He just walked out, sla

had been. A single tear, hot and heavy, rolled down

my hands shaking. I dialed

d the way I was cradling my ankle, and her expression turned to stone. She

me on the stiff hospital bed. She kept looking at me, her eyes filled with a conflict I

e is

end, she

didn'