The hot water poured over my face, but it couldn’t wash away the feeling that the entire world had betrayed me. Soon, my phone screen lit up. A new message appeared in Miranda’s fishing group.
It seemed that she had tagged everyone, saying she wouldn’t be able to fish today because she was ‘busy’.
Scrolling further, I saw a post from the day Olive had been hospitalized. She had proudly shared in the group.
[I caught an impressively huge fish today. It felt amazing!]
[@Vicky_Lewinsky, did you catch anything today?]
My mother had quickly replied.
[You’re such a good fisherwoman, you quick woman! I only have a few small fish here.]
[Young people know how to have fun. My old waist can only catch some home-cooked dishes.]
I stared at the words of ‘impressively huge fish’ and my stomach churned all over again. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was from my lawyer.
"Mr. Lewinsky, all the documents have been compiled. Whether it’s an amicable divorce or a straight-up legal battle, we can ensure you get the best deal."
After I ended the call, I felt slightly more comfortable. Then, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.