This Is My Timing

Instead he let out a long, irritated sigh.

“Well,” he drawled, rubbing his temples. “That’s just spectacular timing, Elena.”

I froze in the entryway, cold air swirling around my ankles. “Timing?”

“My fortieth is literally tomorrow evening,” he snapped, his voice rising. “I have twenty people coming. Executives from my firm. My parents. I promised them a five-star evening, and now you walk in here crippled?

How are we supposed to pull this off?”

I stared at the man I’d pledged my life to. “Jason, I have a broken arm. I can’t chop meat. I can’t scrub floors. I can barely dress myself. I’m in agony because you pushed me.”