r own bedroom door, pho

e had picked out three years ago at IKEA, accompanied by s

d on the camera framing. The lighting was decent, tha

.. A

ed the d

on top, sweating like a pig at a roast, and Natalie was

She didn't cry. She

adpanned. "The resolution on this thing is f

is own discarded boxers. He grabbed a pillow to cover his privates, looking l

de my step-sister. Unless you tripped and fell, and she just happene

" David pleaded, his fac

Cloud backup: On. "We're done. I have the evidence. I'm filing for divorce, and I

. I'm up for a promotion! Mr. Finch will f

ilding exercise in our marital bed," Louise retorted. She turned her gaze to the bed, wher

ouise asked, her voice dripp

"Louise... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to

a cancer patient's back 'love'? I call it being a trashy cliché,

that he had his pants back on. "I'm a man, Louise! You've been sick for mo

m went

vowed to love forever. The man sh

hurt beneath. "My cells are eating me alive, David. I am fighting for my life. And

d..." David mumbled,

nt," Louise snapped. "You are

resh air. She needed a lawyer. She needed to get away fr

avid

ruising. "You can't leave, Lou

g to wrench her arm free. "I'm going

d, panic making his eyes wild. "You're

e is no fixing this! I am divorcing you, and I

What do you mean 'fix this'? You said you were going to d

aught between

ou into bed! Louise is my wife. She's... she's stable. She's

that followe

elt sorry for N

in paradise already? Don't worry, Nat. Y

id's distraction and shoved

vid shov

. It was the desperate shov

the chemo, her balance compromised. She stu

omething, anything-but her

AC

ently with the corner of

white light, then in

ith its strings cut. A warm, sticky sen

, dropping to his knees. "Loui

so hard he dropped it twice. "I have to call

l when a hand snatc

vid shouted at Nat

ie said. Her voi

lie stood over them, naked wrapped in

David

e has that video. She will divorce you. You'll lose your promotion. Mr. Finch will fir

half-open, glazed and unfocused. She was

my wife," Da

his shoulder. "But if she dies? It's a tragic accident. The poor, sick wife f

t the life insurance. One million dollars, David

breathin

in... or Death

lickering like a dying candle. She couldn't move her

ed silently. David, please.

ng to find the hero she ha

er. He was looking at Natalie

die," David whispered, but

air. "We're just... letting nature take its course. She

repeated, the wor

your big cock, but sometimes you really lack the balls to do what

saw the blood pooling around her head.

tood

epped

Louise," h

d his ba

ugh Louise's fading mind. He's lea

idn't check for a pulse. Instead, she place

whispered, leaning in close so only the dying woman could

sp, but her lungs

take to hell with you: Your mom was a bitch. She stole my dad first. I

own with her

ye, Lo

w was the victorious smi

to the void. I hate you both. If there is a God..

rn you bo

darkness swall