The Light of My Life
I asked, purposely disguising my voice.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Here's your order. Please give me a good rating," I said robotically before swiftly turning away, afraid that I might burst into tears if I stuck around any longer.
Confronted with evidence of Edgar cheating on me, I instinctively chose to flee. Even I had to scorn myself for being so pathetic.
When my mind went into freeze mode for those few seconds, all I could think about was my four-year-old son, Nate Graham. I needed to keep my wits about me.