d crushing loneliness. Ethan and Brenda were ghosts, flitting in fo

stronger today, she asked

tting some buzz online

s

ty of life in a wheelchair. When I tried to talk about my leukemia

d to stay pos

on the nega

orld looked different from this height, colder. I wheeled myself to the window

ttered, his eyes full of fire and ambition. Me, working two jobs to pay our rent, scribbling lyri

ry, my own music gathering dust, finding the precedent that got the case dismissed. I' d maxed out my credit cards to pa

for

cket out of our small town. Jessica had feigned a mysterious illness then too, a debilitating fa

her wide, innocent eyes, had confided in him how lonely she was, how much she admired him. He' d lef

, Sarah," he'd vowed. "No one will hurt you like that again." And for a while, I believed our love was real, forged in shared struggles, a

om my despair over Mark, but to keep me close, to stop me from, what? Exposing Jessica back then? Had he already been under her sp

relationship with Ethan, the foundation of my adult

c beep of Jessica' s heart monitor from the next room, a co