"Chris, I don't want to come in between you and Ruth, but I can't hide something like this from you. I was on a business trip in Harborville when ran into her in a hotel. She should have a performance, but there was another man beside her."
I sat in my seat in a daze.
Harborville?
Wasn't that just over a month ago?
The child was more than a month old now, it should've been conceived around that time.
Anger, shame, and countless other emotions surged up, and I didn't know how to react.
Seeing me in a daze, Josh sighed, patted my shoulder, and said no more.
"It's good you know now. You should take your time with it. If you need any help, come to me. Enough with that. Come, have a drink."
I silently raised my glass and filled it with wine.
Sometimes, alcohol can be a good thing. It can make people forget their troubles, temporarily at least.
I couldn't remember how much I drank, just the sight of Josh collapsing.
I laughed at him for it, then kept pouring myself glass after glass, not knowing if there'd ever be an end to it.
I staggered back home, looking like a wretch.
When Ruth saw how sloppy I looked, she got mad and started screaming at me.