NOAH
A drunken mistake.
When Riley and I were still together, about two years ago, I had made a very very terrible mistake.
And I was just finding about it now.
Harriet has a very regretful looking her face as she handed me her phone, and I clicked on the mail Riley had sent to her less than twenty four hours ago.
"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how to," my sister whispered.
I said nothing as I read the mail, a ringing sound in my ears.
In the mail was an image of an agreement Riley and I made that unfortunate night. My handwriting, signature, and stamp — the one I used for my official company issues — was very visible.
I had written on that scrap of paper that I would take total care for Riley if she lost her job and source of income. That I would take her in and help her get back to her feet.
And I had stamped those damning words.
I cursed inwardly.
