ELENA
The anger burns my skin, third degree, as I watch them move through the crowd. Everything in me wants to move toward them and make a scene, to scream at the top of my lungs and call Drake the names he deserves, but I don’t. I need every strength I have for my baby who is fighting for his life so I just crash back into the bench.
Liam bounces on Drake’s neck, a toy plane in hand, while Rosa giggles. She fondly looks at Liam, then down at Drake, before she leans on his arm as they walk.
Don’t they have some shame? Dignity? Anyone here can easily recognise them. What will they say? Has Drake buried his shame in the same grave as his conscience?
They’re so self-concerned and unbothered by the people around them, I am sure they can’t even notice me from a distance. If they can’t noti
