I looked at her pale face, frail body, and the slight tremble in her crying voice.
If I were a man, I would probably prioritize her, too.
"Nora, what's gotten into you?" Zach yelled at me.
He swept Laura up in his arms and left without a second glance.
Laura gave me a defiant look, silently mouthing, "Clown!"
I was indeed the clown, wasn't I?
We'd known each other for years, yet I was clueless about their affair.
I remembered how Laura and I used to mock Zach's lack of romance. I had thought she was on my side, concerned that Zach wouldn't take good care of me.
It seemed she was subtly showing off, telling me she knew Zach better than I did.
She probably didn't expect me to be so oblivious, never suspecting her.
But I couldn't figure it out—if she loved Zach, why did she never fight for him and remain friends with me?
I leaned against the wall until I felt better and then went straight home.
After scheduling an abortion online, I packed up and checked into a hotel.
I had nowhere else to go.
My mother, like me, had poor health and died from a massive hemorrhage when she gave birth to me.
My father remarried later.
At first, I was well-fed and clothed. But then, my stepmother had her own children.