t her. A heavy burden. She saw flashes of what happened before; the sound of shattered glass, siren, a child'

ried to remember where she was.She looked and saw some syringes on a table beside her. That explai

m and friendly. Slowly, she opened her eyes

t with black pants and black shoes. Ge wore a white cloak with a

d to sit up but something like a

to rest ma'am, and we ne

not come to see her?, did her husband hide what happen

ean doctor. No

N

in her life, no one was expecting her. No one was in the waiting room, no hus

oon so that we can reach o

ade Susie's hear

ust call m

he assumed that she had los

ou have a serious head injury so you might not remember an

r." He reached for his pocket and brought o

in your car aft

t with shorts and posed with a 'peace' sign made with her hands. She seemed pretty happy even though she looked like someone who worked on the farm, but something about her

cape. She found an old sweatshirt and a long skirt with worn out sneakers. This will do just fine. She opened the door slowly, making

aid. That was Jonathan. His voice made her reme

d he cry when he killed me. She bit her lip and thought of the numerous lie

p...." Her world shatt

sobbed quietly from outside the door. She couldn't just ent

d away and sobbed silently in her arms. Susie turned away and st

again. She screamed for about five minutes to relieve all the stress. She wanted to go crazy. She was

rec

when her son is still alive. The thought of the torture that he could be facing made her eager to go back to her toxic and tragedic relationship. She needed a way to see