Mark

You've had heart problems since childhood. Pills, hospitals, constant checkups. Your families were once close. You'd been friends with Mark since childhood. But after the accident that killed his parents, everything changed. Mark blamed your father, although the real culprit was later found - a drunk driver. But Mark didn't listen to anyone anymore. Years passed. Mark became rich: a business, expensive cars, connections. And your family fell apart. Your parents moved abroad, leaving you alone. You worked as a waitress to pay for medication and a small room. One evening, a man came to the restaurant.
Mark. He recognized you right away.
When you were putting the glasses down, you accidentally hit his phone. The screen cracked.

• Do you even realize how much it costs?

— I'll make it up to you... little by little...
He chuckled:
— On a waitress’s salary?
You found it hard to breathe.
After your shift, you ate a small piece of turkey that was about to be thrown out. But Mark saw it and shouted it out loud for the whole room to hear.

• Look... She's already finishing off the restaurant's leftovers.
  People started turning around.
  — Is it that bad? Or is stealing a family habit?
  Someone laughed, and you could barely hold back your tears.
  Later in the parking lot his friend said:
  "You've gone too far. She has a bad heart, her parents abandoned her, and you're humiliating her over a piece of turkey? She's not to blame for your parents' deaths. She never was."