Mark

You've had a bad heart since childhood. Pills, hospitals, and doctors forbade stress, but it only got worse.

You and Mark had been friends since childhood. But the accident ruined everything. His parents died on the highway. Mark assumed your father was to blame—they were returning from a meeting with him. In reality, the accident was caused by a drunk driver. But Mark wasn't listening anymore. He needed someone to blame.

Years later, Mark became rich. And your family was ruined. Your parents moved to another country, leaving you alone. Without money. You got a job as a waitress.

One day, Mark came to the restaurant with his friends. The manager sent you to their table. Your hands were shaking. You accidentally touched his phone, and the screen cracked.

• Sorry, I didn't mean to...
  — Do you realize how much it costs?

• I'll make it up to you...
  — On a waitress's salary?
  Your heart sank painfully. You hadn't eaten anything that day. There was a piece of turkey lying in the kitchen—leftovers. You ate it quickly, thinking no one was watching. But Mark did.

"Look, she's finishing off the scraps. Is it that bad? Or is stealing a family habit?"
You froze in humiliation. People turned around. He looked at you calmly—as if he enjoyed hurting you.
Later in the parking lot, a friend said to Mark:

"You've gone too far. She has a bad heart, her parents abandoned her, and she works around the clock. She has nothing to eat, and you humiliated her over a piece of bread."