In the comments, some of her friends joked about how close they were, saying that Karen was a good wife who took care of people. Leon smugly replied, "Of course, look who trained her."
Quietly, I deleted Leon from my friends list.
By then, the sky had completely darkened and I was still sitting alone by the roadside. At 8 p.m., I walked half an hour by myself to the bus stop. I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything all day, nor had I sat down to rest. Every step I took caused sharp pain in my lower back and I felt lightheaded from low blood sugar. A passerby noticed how pale I looked and quickly gave up their seat for me, asking if I needed to see a doctor. I shook my head and they handed me a bottle of water.
By the time I got home, it was already 10,30 p.m. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Karen sitting on the couch, looking annoyed.
“You finally come back,” she said.
I felt exhausted and set my bag down casually. “Next time, if you’re busy, you don’t have to say you’re coming to pick me up.”
She was at a loss for words for a moment, then finally said, “Something urgent came up. Can’t you just get a taxi yourself? Stop being so dramatic.”