Chapter 12
I was at a loss, so I went to Macy.
She was at Hour Bar.
It was still early, so there weren’t many customers. Macy ordered a cocktail before she handed it to me. “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?”
My gaze swept across the girls spinning around the poles. Hearing the tremendously loud pop music and yells, I shook my head. The cocktail was already on my lips when I put it down. “No. I came here to wind down.”
“Did Ashton bully you again?” Macy asked in exasperation. “If you’ve had enough of it, get a divorce. You’re pretty enough to get other men whom you’re attracted to. Why would you stay with an ice sculpture forever? Isn’t that tiring?”
Macy was always this outspoken. We were good friends, so she hated seeing me mope over Ashton.
I handed the pregnancy report to her as I uttered helplessly, “Even if I’m pretty, would any man accept me if I have a child?”
she asked me, “You’re six weeks pregnant? I’d thought
came to pick me
a while to regain her composure. “So what
To be honest, I was at
being pregnant spells trouble. You should abort it and get a
daze. As the crowd was growing, I told Macy, “You should head back to work. I’ll stay here
was evident that I wouldn’t heed her advice. Seeing as such, she changed my cocktail to a glass of orange
the bar became crowded and rowdy. Macy was too busy to talk to me, so I sat in a corner and
milling around in the
realize it when the thugs had arrived. It wasn’t until people started yelling and stuff went crashing on the ground that I snapped back
in the bar; all of them were surrounding Macy. Most of the customers had fled. Even the booming music was now
sitting in the corner in the shadows, so no one noticed me. The thugs who
evident that they were here to find fault. To my surprise, Macy was eerily calm. Eventually, she asked them, “Are you