What Happened to Him — And What Happened to Me
Once my income disappeared, his second life started collapsing fast.
Tuition payments missed.
Rent overdue.
Creditors calling.
Lena kicked him out.
The fantasy broke.
And for the first time in years, the consequences were finally his — not mine.
I moved into a small one-bedroom downtown.
Squeaky floors. Nothing fancy.
But mine.
