In the middle of the night, Monty sent me a message, full of humility.
[Verity, don’t think too much about what happened tonight. I know you didn’t mean it. Sylvie is my sister-in-law, and I can’t explain this to Wiley if you hurt her. Once she’s out of danger, I’ll personally apologize. How about we go to your favorite restaurant? Don’t be mad. It’s bad for the baby. Mom was just upset and said some things they didn’t mean.]
‘Oh, wow, he remembers we have a baby.’
I forced a smile, bitter and mocking.
[Yeah, I’ll wait for you.]
[Thanks for understanding, babe.]
That night, Sylvie posted an update from the hospital.
The photo showed a man leaning by the bed, his face full of worry, though he tried to hide it as he slept.
The next morning, I checked out of the hospital, grabbed my suitcase, and headed straight for the airport.
On the way there, Monty sent me the location of the restaurant.
[Babe, I’ve got a surprise for you. I’ll pick you up soon. Wait for me.]
I opened Sylvie’s Insta Story to see her update from two minutes ago.
In the video, the man was carefully feeding her creamy pumpkin soup.
The tenderness in his eyes… That was something I had never seen before.