Just before he came in, I'd seen Mitch's latest Instagram post.
[Jonas keeps making food for me. I'm so full, but ugh, I hate wasting it.]
[Well, he said someone's dying for his leftovers. Ooh, who's gonna be the garbage this time?]
Jonas looked at me like he was waiting for me to take a bite. But before I could, he casually brought something up.
"Andy, Mitch's depression is getting worse. She doesn't have anyone to look after her, so I'm thinking of bringing her home."
He paused for a moment, then added, "After all, you caused this mess, so I'll make up for it on your behalf.
Hearing his self-righteous tone, I couldn't help but laugh sarcastically. So that's what all this was about, huh?
Just then, my little boy Ashier came running over while carefully holding a bottle of aspirin.
"Mom! Here, take this! It'll make you feel better!"
He smiled so sweetly.
"This way you won't spread your sickness to Momma Mitch!"
I turned cold and stared straight at Jonas.
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I make up for a mistake I didn't make?"
I held Ashier's hand tightly and looked at him with anticipation.
"Ashier, let's say Mommy has to leave... Are you gonna come with me?"