When his car passed by, I had only been knocked down by the dog and hadn't been bitten yet.
If he had gotten out of the car then, maybe our child could have been saved.
But there were no ifs.
After he left, I was bitten three times by the rabid dog, the most serious wound needing a circle of stitches.
Because a piece of flesh there was almost torn off by the dog.
"Suit yourself," he said.
Rejected by me for the first time, Connor was not happy.
But as soon as he turned, his phone rang.
Seeing the name on the phone, he stopped frowning.
"Since you're injured, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight," he said.
I had no objection to this.
But as I passed by the guest room door on my way back to my room, I heard low laughter coming from inside.
"Okay, this is on me. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
Connor's tone was gentle and affectionate, a treatment I had never experienced.
In my memory, the only smile Connor ever gave me was a mocking one when he was angry.
Other than that, he was always indifferent toward me.
It didn't matter now. I didn't care anymore.
The next morning, I prepared breakfast for one.
Milk and a sandwich were just healthy and convenient.
Connor walked over to the dining table out of habit, only to find his glass empty.
"Where's mine?" he asked.
I hesitated for a moment. "I thought you didn't like milk."
Connor didn't respond. He was not happy.
He didn't like milk, but in the past, I would always heat a glass for him and insist he drink it, regardless of his preferences.
I did it because he had a weak stomach, and milk was good for it.
Ignoring his stare, I glanced at the schedule, downed the milk in one gulp, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and rushed to the door.
Behind me, Connor seemed to say he would take me, but my footsteps were too loud, and I thought I must have misheard.
Connor and I had been together for eight years, working at the same company, yet I took the crowded subway every day.
Today, because of my injuries, I had arranged for a car to pick me up half an hour earlier.
Connor, who was usually punctual, was late. He arrived with his secretary, Katie.
The printer in my office was broken, so I was in the public area copying some documents.
My colleagues' eyes darted back and forth between the three of us, eagerly waiting for some drama to unfold.
Their gossiping hearts had been burning since Katie arrived.