William quickly answered, “What is it? Okay, I’ll be right there.”
The next moment, he stood up. “Regina fell and hurt her foot. The baby’s been crying. I’m going to check on her.”
Finally, as if remembering, he added, “I’ll be right back.”
But, like before, until Rena and I were discharged, William only came three times and each time Regina quickly called him away.
I registered the child’s household on my own. The house was cold and quiet and even the windowsill plants were mostly wilted.
I bought formula and diapers myself, carrying them all while holding the baby, walking awkwardly down the street.
At the street corner, William was with Regina and her child, chatting and laughing. Regina wore a pink Chanel dress with perfect makeup.
I recognized that dress; William bought it last month on a business trip. It cost $1,846. He said it was a gift for a client.
Last year, I bought shoes for $184 and he said they were too expensive. He made me return them, saying life was about necessities and expensive clothes weren’t needed.