Daniel sighed and summed it up: “That’s why marriage is a tomb you can’t escape!”
He patted Evan’s shoulder. “But as your friend, I’m giving you some genuine advice. Evan, everyone knows how much Emma truly cares about you. We’ve all seen what you two have been through over the years. So, it’s fine to have some fun on the side, just don’t take it too far and lose your family over it!”
Don’t take it too far?
But he felt like he already had.
Daniel’s advice and comfort had no effect; instead, they just added to the frustration churning inside Evan.
He threw off the hand on his shoulder and strode into his office, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.
Daniel was left standing there, completely baffled. He stared at the closed door and muttered, “Jesus Christ, Evan! With that rotten attitude of yours, Emma’s the only person in the world who could put up with you, the only one who can handle you!”
Back in his office, Evan sat down at his desk, his expression full of irritation.
Daniel’s words replayed in his mind, and an unfamiliar wave of panic began to wash over him.
***
It was six in the evening.
Emma was still lying in her hospital bed. The back of her left hand was swollen, so the IV was now in her right.
Mrs. Alvarez had just called, worried that she wasn't home yet and saying that dinner was ready.
Emma explained that she’d had a small issue that afternoon and needed an IV drip, which would probably take another hour to finish.
After hanging up, she felt her bladder getting uncomfortably full. She got up, took the IV bag, and walked to the private bathroom in her room, only to find it occupied.
She tried to hold it, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. She had to find another option. Carrying the IV bag, she went out to look for a public restroom.

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