Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
I squeezed the gold metal in my palm, knowing the electric company would require three hundred dollars to turn the wire back on, and the kitchen fell into complete darkness as the power was cut.
The shop on Eighth Street gave me three hundred and twenty dollars for the gold pocket watch, which paid the electric company and left us with twenty dollars for bread.
The next morning, I sat across from Evan at a corner table at the River Road Coffeehouse.
Evan adjusted his silver wristwatch, the metal catching the sharp November light.
He ordered an espresso that cost six dollars and fifty cents, sliding a crisp bill across the counter without looking at the cashier.
I waited for him to look at me, but his eyes stayed on the dark liquid in his small cup.
“We need to be realistic about this,” Evan said, his voice fast and businesslike. “The house is too much for you to manage anyway.”
“The children need their bedrooms,” I said, rubbing my lower back where the baby had begun to kick.
