Chloe hadn’t come home for two days.I called her three times, trying to get her to finalize the divorce. The first two calls were hung up, and the last time, she just turned off her phone.I remembered a few years ago, she had added me to her class SnapChat group.I opened my laptop and logged into the account I hadn’t touched in ages.It was still there, as expected.Someone in the group had posted some photos from a private classmates’ gathering.
I saw Chloe in the pictures, and Liam too.She seemed to have been drinking, passed out in his arms.I looked at every single photo. Then, calmly, I tagged Chloe in the group.”Come home. Let’s sign the divorce papers.”She responded quickly enough.”What crazy stunt are you pulling now?”A moment later, I received a notification: “You have been removed from the group chat.”Chloe’s phone was still unreachable.But then, the doorbell rang. I pressed a hand to my subtly aching abdomen and went to open the door.”Mom? What are you doing here?”Outside, my mother-in-law stood, laden with bags, her face beaming despite the journey.”
Didn’t you say your stomach hadn’t been feeling well recently? I got some herbal remedies from a top specialist. Make sure you drink them.””I heard he’s amazing with stomach issues.”Several large bags were placed on the floor, filled with the remedies and our favorite dishes.My nose suddenly stung with emotion.This elderly woman, who had traveled dozens of miles with all these packages, had no idea—No matter how skilled a doctor, they probably couldn’t cure my body now.
