Thinking back on it, I’m surprised Eve didn’t run after the lunch we had with my parents. It was my father’s idea to get Eve pregnant, and I was so upset by her betrayal that I didn’t fight him. In a strange way, it made sense. If she was pregnant, she’d have to be loyal to me. Which might or might not be true, but either way, the truth remains the same: I’m not fit to be a father. I’m not even fit to be a husband, so how could I raise a child?
Once I’ve finished my search of the house, I check the GPS tracker again. The dot is still flashing, growing further and further away with each second, but I turn off my phone and shove it in my pocket. Our marriage was an arrangement, anyway. Not real. Eve was never mine in the first place, and regardless of how I feel now, I’m better off without
