A Heart Discarded

Summary

Emerging from the asylum, I found myself driving for hire.

Never in a million years did I imagine tonight’s passengers would be my sister, Lydia, and my ex-wife, Cici.

The car door opened, and a familiar perfume, mingled with the sharp scent of alcohol, wafted in. From the backseat, they chatted about corporate mergers and Swiss ski trips, their voices light and carefree.

My throat felt dry. I couldn't help but cough.

“Still taking fares when you’re sick?” Lydia’s voice instantly cut through the air, laced with disdain. “There’s a pregnant woman in the car.