Tracy POV
I sat on our lumpy couch in our horrible apartment, staring at a pile of unpaid bills and feeling panic rising in my chest. The wedding was in four weeks, and we didn't have money for anything. Not the final payment to the venue, not the flowers, not even the wedding cake I had spent hours designing with the baker.
Bernard was in the bathroom getting ready for another day of pretending his construction company wasn't falling apart, but I could hear him talking on the phone through the thin walls.
"I understand that the payment is late, but I need another two weeks," he was saying. "The check is coming, I promise."
Another lie. Another promise he couldn't keep. Bernard had been saying "the check is coming" for three months, but no checks ever came. Only more bills, more threat
