slowed.
“I told you.”
“You said dinner.”
“It is dinner.”
“They’re getting worse.”
He adjusted his cuff link.
I remember because cruelty isn’t always dramatic.
Sometimes it’s a man polishing his cuff links while his sick child cries nearby.
“Please stay,” I said.
He glanced at Lily like an inconvenience.
“Lauren, I cannot cancel Christmas Eve with clients because the babies have colds.”
“They don’t have colds.”
“Then call the pediatrician.”
“I did.”
“Good.”
I stepped between him and the elevator.
“Please.”
It was among the last times I begged
