I just walked straight through the chaos and into my office, locking the door behind me.
The moment I sank into my chair, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling the messages. Sabrina and I… we used to talk more.
But after we moved back to New York, the texts had changed, shorter, sparse.
Most of them were from her. Asking when I’d be home. What I’d eaten. If I had time to play with Elly.
And my replies? Barely a handful of words. Dismissive. Tired. Always busy.
Except, of course, the ones where I told her I had to go to the Valez mansion because Betty needed something. Those… those I
always sent.
And those were the ones she never replied to.
Now I see it. That silence? That was Sabrina’s way of telling me she was hurt.
Because how could she be okay with her boyfriend screwing someone else–getting her pregnant—and acting like it was normal?
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Any other girl would’ve gone nuclear. Thrown my clothes into the street. Blocked my number. Moved on.
But not Sabrina. She stayed. Giving me more grace than I ever deserved.
She was the perfect girlfriend.
Lately, her messages had stopped asking when I’d be home. Stopped asking if I had time for Elly. They just… thinned out. Faded.
And I hadn’t noticed. I was too busy. Too distracted by the casino, my mother’s constant demands, Betty’s endless complaints
and her constantly needing.
I didn’t even realize that Sabrina had stopped asking until I was already losing her.
The last message she sent before disappearing was about spending Christmas early with Elly. Just a simple ask.
And I’d said yes.
And then I forgot.
I forgot.
God.
Is that why she left?
Sabrina loved me.
She couldn’t just left me like this.
