Why Panic When It's Too Late?
Nadine Sullivan doesn't come home to have dinner with me on my birthday. Instead, she transfers 100 dollars to me and sends me a text, saying, "I love you."
Coincidentally, a resident doctor at her hospital updates his social media with a photo. It's a screenshot of her transferring 10,000 dollars to him. She's also texted him, "I love you to the moon and back."
I don't throw a tantrum or kick up a fuss. All I do is leave the city without hesitation.
The first day after my departure, I hear that Nadine is unfazed. She says, "He'll be back after a few days."
The first month after my departure, Nadine calls me. "I'll transfer 100 thousand dollars to you, alright? Can you come back now?"
I've never wanted her money, though.