Chapter 2

Donna often curled up in my arms at night, saying I was the only one who truly loved her, even more than her own parents. In countless nights, exhausted from working tirelessly to pay for her medical bills, those words kept me going. But now, as I look back, my struggle to save up ten thousand dollars, standing on blistered feet at the car wash, seems laughable. After all, the Donna before me was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, with the scarf around her neck alone costing over ten thousand dollars.

"I worked so hard to earn money so your condition could improve sooner. I even ended up in the hospital from exhaustion. Didn't you know that?" Tears blurred my vision. Donna's indifferent expression began to crack, her eyes shimmering with tears. "I'm sorry," she said.

On my birthday, she gave me a handwritten letter. Under the dim light, tears of emotion blurred my eyes. Reading her words, I promised myself to cherish her for life. But now, seeing the Ferrari in front of me, I felt drained of all strength, and I dropped the pressure washer. I took off my gloves, threw them at her, and headed for the door.

Donna caught up to me, pulling me back. "Dan, I'll make it up to you, don't be mad. This is all my fault..." Before she could finish, the car door opened again, and someone stepped out. The air filled with the smell of tobacco, and a voice slowly became clear. "Donna, what's going on? Why are you talking so much with a car washer?"