Rainless Light

Synopsis

Three years after the divorce, Ethan and I ran into each other again on a street. I was there as a volunteer, handing out cold medicine, while he had ended up homeless, barely scraping by. The irony was hard to miss. Back then, the reason we divorced was a single box of cold medicine. "Twice a day. Two pills each time." I handed the medicine to him, my voice so calm it sounded like I was talking to a stranger. Ethan's eyes reddened instantly. "Sophie, you still hate me." I didn't look up and kept passing out the medicine. "This cost one dollar," I said flatly. "Cheap enough. Yet back then, it drove me to sell my blood." "Ethan," I added, "how could I not hate you?"