With a sinking heart, I checked my phone. Jeremiah had neither answered my calls nor replied to my messages. I hesitated before calling him again. “Come and pick me up,” I said, my voice tinged with exhaustion and frustration.
On the other end of the line, a long silence was followed by Jeremiah’s voice, filled with anger. “You actually have the nerve to ask me to pick you up? How shameless!” Then the call disconnected abruptly, leaving me stunned and hurt. My husband had the audacity to come to me asking for tickets for his old lover, yet I couldn’t even ask him to pick me up?
As the hail continued to fall, I remembered that my best friend Jacqueline lived nearby. Determined not to let the storm get the best of me, I braved the elements and ran to her place. Jacqueline’s eyes widened in shock when she saw the bump on my forehead.
“Joanna, what happened? Didn’t you go to the concert with Jeremiah?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
I shook my head, not in the mood for explanations and Jacqueline, understanding my silence, didn’t press further. After a quick shower, she handed me an ice pack and gently pressed it against my forehead to ease the swelling.