Framed by My Best Friend

ing after the nightmare

y was recovering, and my fiancé, David, and I

ot of ice through my veins: a seemingly innocent invitatio

d, remembering the

iceless historical artifact appearing in my

's promising career, and culminated with me bleeding out, le

the trap again,

e my innocence when the t

the naive vic

an, born from the bit

lated choice: I got inten

rearview mirror were a grim confirmatio

eabouts, miles away and undeniably off

he system co

ack to expose the real mas