I couldn't tell when the video ended. Then, another message flashed on my screen: [As a woman, you can't hold a man's heart. You are a failure.]
I glanced at it, wiping away the tears that had sprung from my retching. I tossed the untouched chicken soup into the trash.
Henry probably wouldn't be back tonight.
Clutching my phone tightly, it felt like I was holding onto my very heart.
Divorce wasn't an option, at least not yet.
Henry didn't return all night, and the only message from him was: [I have something to attend to at the company tonight. You don't have to wait for me.]
The repetition of "company" in his excuses didn't escape my notice. He wasn't putting much effort into being convincing.
I decided not to respond to him, put my phone away, and got ready to head to the hospital to visit my grandmother.
I was surprised to hear that my grandmother wasn't well. Nobody had told me before. My parents told me the news in the evening when she suddenly fainted. They were worried that something awful might happen to her.
The doctor said that my grandmother, who was elderly and had heart disease, needed to be treated gently and avoid any kind of stimulation to keep her healthy.