After My Death, His Sight Returned

the silence of my house as I returned from

," Ethan, my husband, said coldl

ng a trivial toy boat he cherished, a suppos

ngs, whose seductive purr confirmed the sickening fanta

lly assaulted me with a fire poker, Ethan defended

er solely as a tool for his mistress's agenda, u

iating pleas for me to be "considerate" while she j

uld stage my own death, vanishing completely a