The Architect of Her Own Demise

through the dark, the same saccharine swee

lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston Univers

mantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" li

e, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so

pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I