—Amira—

Evening arrived faster than I expected.

One minute I was in the office... the next I was in the hospital, helping Mama commode from the bathroom.

“H–he invited you to a banquet?” she asked.

“Yes, Mama.”

She sat on the bed. “So he bought clothes for you yesterday, is inviting you to a high profile event, yet insists he doesn't remember you?”

I sighed. “That's what he says. I–I think he's still angry that I chose the money and not him.”

Last night, I had opened up ...