A Child of Another Story
Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous.
However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over.
When she came back, we launched our design studio.
I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight.
On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up.
I called over and over, but got nothing.
Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home.
The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.