He Realized Too Late I Was His Secret Backer

After the miscarriage, I started seeing ghosts in everything.

Every day I'd text Roy Weiss to ask whether he loved me.

The first ninety-nine times, he answered gently.

It was the hundredth time that he snapped back at me, three messages, one after another.

【*Tamara Winfield, do you have nothing better to do?*】

【*The baby's gone, you don't have to suffer through it anymore, so now you've decided to torture me instead?*】

【*Instead of dreaming up nonsense, go look in a mirror. Look at that dead, ghastly face of yours.*】

I froze.