He Lost Everything For A Child That Was Not His

Summary

Patrick pointed to the divorce papers resting on the coffee table.

“Child support,” he said, tapping the screen with a dismissive fingernail. “I put down five hundred.”

I stared at the line of text, the number blurring.

"Five hundred? Pat, are you serious?"

“It’s enough,” he clipped, sliding his gaze away. “The kid isn’t solely my responsibility, Eliza.”

I laughed. A sharp, raw sound that caught in my throat and brought unexpected tears to my eyes.

Seven years of marriage. A six-year-old son, Leo.

And he declared five hundred dollars was "enough."