“Penny, I’ve been busy!” He yelled. “I have piles of work waiting for me every day. I play games to unwind! Can’t I do that?” He shot me a glare. “Besides, it’s just seeing your parents off. It’s not like your life depends on it. Stop making such a big deal out of everything!” His words cut deep, sharp and unyielding, piercing through the heart of my resolve. I had meant to tell him about my father’s illness, but now the thought seemed too heavy to lift.
I turned my head slightly, feigning ignorance. “Huh? What was that? I can’t hear with the noise.”
Derick’s frustration faded into a palpable sense of defeat, as if he was the one who had been hit. Just then, his phone buzzed on the vanity, lighting up with a series of messages.
I caught a glimpse of the name: Becky.
Becky Owen. Derick Montgomery. BO&DM.