Tell My Ex To Cut Deeper

Summary

The sky had completely opened up by the time I walked out of the clinic with my prescription. Standing under the meager shelter of the awning, shivering, I dialed my husband’s number.

His voice came through the line, sharp and laced with his usual irritation. "It’s out of my way, Miranda. Just call an Uber."

But the ride-share apps were showing massive surge prices and hours of delay. I was in a rush to get home to cook dinner for Delia, his paralyzed younger sister, so I had no choice but to grab a city rental bike and pedal out into the downpour.