Yes, I was alive. And yes, I alwaysneeded him. But lately he wasn’t around or ignored me outside of Cupcakes. He baked early in the morning, finished around three o’clock in the afternoon, and vanished for a few hours. Sometimes he came back to our apartment at eight or nine o’clock at night, and immediately went to bed. Other nights he had stayed out until ten.
Of course he was having an affair on me. What fool wouldn’t have realized that? And no, I didn’t have the strength or courage to confront him. How could I when I was suffering from a broken heart, attempting to keep my sanity together?