"Yeah, there's something urgent at the office. I need to step out for a bit."
His excuse for flying abroad had also been 'business trip'. Now, he picked up Grace' call, and it’s still 'work stuff'. I used to fool myself into believing that maybe he was just really busy. But after what I saw... I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.
My chest ached like hell, but I still reached out, grabbing his hand tight. Eyes full of hope, my voice shaky with plea.
"Ronald, I’m really not feeling well. Didn’t you say you’d stay with me? Please... just don’t go, okay?"
"It’s raining buckets out there. I really don’t want you to go out in that. It’s too dangerous."
He didn’t say much, just tucked my hand back under the blanket, gently ruffled my hair.
"Something came up at work. I gotta go.
