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“You won’t tell me anything, so how am I supposed to understand what is happening?” I almost yelled. “I lost everything because of you, so do not expect me to sympathize with you on whatever you have going on. I want everything to return to how it used to be,” I said, enraged.
I didn’t care if I returned to my imperfect family or a mother who treasured her reputation more than her kids or the ignorant father who agreed to everything his wife said.
“I’m working on it,” he said, and I scoffed.
“That’s all you keep saying. At least tell me why you destroyed your wedding. How are things between you and Sofia? I’m sure she’s desperate to slit your throat. I wouldn’t mind giving her a hand.”
The wheelchair came to a stop.
“Why are we stopping?” I looked back at him, and he was fuming with a clenched jaw.
“What?” I asked.
“Drop the jokes.”
“I’m saying nothing but the truth. Sorry you’re triggered.” I tried not to smile.
“I need to get you inside. It’s chilly outside,” he said, turning the wheelchair around.
“I’m not complaining,” I said, but he kept going.
We went back into the house, and he carried me to my room.
“I need to check your feet to be sure the stitches didn’t open,” he said after putting me on the bed.
“I’m fine,” I said, not looking at him.
“I told you, you’re my responsibility,” he said, crouching in front of me.
“It’s late, and I need to sleep,” I said and tried to lie down, but he held my legs.
“There is a bloodstain on the bandage. Let me take a look,” he said. “Please,” he added when I tried to pull my legs away.
I sat up and allowed him to check the stitches. He left the room to get a first aid kit.
Tristan returned and unwrapped the bandage. I stared at the wall the whole time. The silence in the room was deafening. I didn’t even know what he was thinking right now.
“I understand you’re upset. I regret what I did, and I wish it were easy to fix the mess I made, but you need to stop with the jokes.”
“Would you like to trade spots? Maybe you’d understand what it feels like to lose everything,” I said, gripping the sheets.
“I know what it feels like to lose everything,” he mumbled quickly.
“Sure,” I scoffed.
He packed the first aid kit and left the room.
I sighed and lay in bed. I picked up my phone and decided to text Belvina. I sent, like, twenty texts with crying emojis.
My ringtone wokeme up early the next morning. I searched for my phone with my hand half-asleep and found it close to my pillow. I was able to locate the answer button with my eyes closed.
“Hello?” I mumbled.
“You met Adrian Parker!” Vina’s voice knocked the sleep out of me.
I groaned, opening my eyes. They lingered on the horizon. I had never been this grateful for a glass wall. The soft glow of the sun peeking from the east and illuminating the sky, blending perfectly with the deep orange and gentle purple color of dawn, was magnificent. I couldn’t resist staring at it. It took me a minute to realize Vina was on the phone.
“Huh?” I mumbled and sat up, leaning on the headboard. “Wait, how did you know his last name?” I asked.
