I went over to Ella, explaining that we needed to take her in for a check-up.
She didn't react much, letting me lift her into her wheelchair.
As soon as we stepped outside, I noticed a few neighbors watching us. This neighborhood had always been rough, sometimes even dangerous.
At night, the residents could hear gunshots, and sometimes, someone's body would be found in an alley.
As we got into the car, Matthew couldn't help but comment, "This place doesn't look too safe."
"That's why we need to get out of here fast," I replied, trying to hide the lump in my throat.
Maybe Matthew saw this as just a dangerous place, but to me, it was the home Ella and I had shared for over ten years.
"Who is he? Your boyfriend?" Ella asked, squinting to see Matthew in the driver's seat.
"He's... a fr
