He Lost Everything For A Child That Was Not His
Language: en
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." “Sign it if you agree, or don’t.…