I slammed my glass down and grabbed the spoon to dig into the meatball soup. My frustration fueled my movements, and in my haste, I choked.
Lewis leaned in, dabbing my mouth with a tissue. "Slow down. Don’t eat while sulking like that."
"I said I can do it myself!" I snatched the tissue from his hand, glaring at him.
Lewis smiled, undeterred. "Fine, fine. I’ll leave you to it. I’m heading to the toilet for a minute."
He grabbed his phone but left his wallet on the table. So, the sight of his wallet tempted me.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was a photo of me tucked inside. A small token of our relationship, proof that I mattered to him.
As I opened the wallet, my pulse quickened. But what I found was not what I had hoped for.
Inside was a photo of young Katrina and young Lewis, smiling together as if they had shared their entire lives.
Anger surged through me, and before I could think, I tore the photo in anger.
My hands trembled with fury, and I did not even notice when they brushed against the hot soup, spilling it onto my arm.
Lewis returned just in time to see the mess.