That younger version of herself laughed loudly and believed the confident man she had married was her destiny. She dried her hands slowly with a cloth and noticed the electricity bill attached to the refrigerator with a magnet, the red notice reminding her that the payment deadline had already passed.
For six months Scott had been working irregularly while spending money on vague business ideas with friends who promised quick profits and exciting opportunities. Meanwhile Megan quietly sold old items online, accepted small embroidery orders from neighbors, and cut every possible personal expense to keep rent, groceries, and utilities paid.
None of that mattered to Scott.
To him her effort remained invisible.
Megan stood still for several seconds in front of the sink listening to the television and to Scott’s voice complaining about something on the screen. The apartment felt warm yet a cold sensation traveled along her spine as if a hidden door had opened somewhere nearby.
She glanced again at the electricity bill and then noticed another older notice folded beside it. Her phone vibrated gently with a notification from the online marketplace where she occasionally sold handmade crafts.