I had spent years taking care of Alger, learning to cook and clean—things I had never known how to do before. I thought our marriage was solid, that I had built something strong. But little did I know, his heart had left me long ago.
Silent tears streamed down my face, and no matter how hard I wiped them, they wouldn’t stop. I cried until exhaustion took over, until my body slumped against the cold wall, until I finally drifted off.
Half-awake, half-asleep, I felt something was wrong. My body was burning up.
With the last bit of strength I had, I called out, “Officer…”
Immediately, they rushed over, alarmed at how hot my skin was. Within minutes, they had an ambulance on the way.
On the ride to the hospital, the officers kept calling Alger. At first, his line was busy. Then, he declined their calls.
They called again. And again. Finally, after over ten attempts, he answered.
Zelene's POV
The police called Alger, telling him I had a high fever and had been taken to the hospital. They asked him to come and pay the medical fees. But his response was cold and indifferent.