Three days. No calls, no texts, no visits. Nothing from Martin.
It was as if he had melted back into the shadows of the man I first met ten weeks ago. The cold, unreadable, unreachable man I met at the fertility hospital.
I should’ve been used to it by now, the way people disappear. The way they leave when things get real, but it still hurts. I tried not to let it show. I buried it beneath the thing that hurt more, which is my father’s slow descent into death.
The doctors said the drugs had done their damage. Months of being fed with drugs and poison in secret in the name of power, money and greed. His liver was failing, his mind had failed. They said his brain had been slowly eaten away, cell by cell, memory by memory.
And now there was little left. Teresa would have been thrilled t
