Tears streamed down my face. Seven years of my life, two years of marriage and five years of dating, were worth less than a few words from Lily during the fire.
When she entered the house earlier today, she was even carrying gifts for me, knowing I was pregnant. Her delicate face was all smiles as she offered her congratulations to me and Jacob.
For a moment, I had thought I had misunderstood their relationship, that all my doubts were just in my head. I was thinking about apologizing to her in person at the dinner table tonight for the previous misunderstanding.
But in the blink of an eye, she had locked me in the bedroom while I was taking my medicine. She ignored my desperate cries for help. Was that also a misunderstanding?
I had always checked the gas lines in our home every quarter. How could there suddenly be an explosion today? And it was a controlled, small-scale fire at that. I didn't know the exact cause.
The first thing I did when the fire broke out was call Jacob. Normally, his phone was always available to me 24/7, but this time, it showed he was already on a call.