"Myra, I know you're upset, but I'm doing this for our future," Elias said, his tone softening slightly. "Once we make money, you can have whatever computer you want, as many flowers as you want. I'll buy them all for you."He then reached for my hand like he always did. But I stepped back, avoiding his touch. "I'm tired. I need to rest."Without looking at any of them, I turned and walked out of the kitchen.In the living room, Elias' relatives were still chatting loudly. The television blared a New Year's Eve countdown special.I moved through the crowd, returned to our bedroom, and closed the door, shutting out everything beyond it.I pulled out the donor consent form I'd already signed from the nightstand drawer. I stared at my name on the page, then picked up the scissors from the desk and cut it into pieces.Then I took out my phone.First, I messaged the wedding planner. "Hi, I need to cancel the wedding scheduled for next month. Please cancel the venue and all vendors.
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