. "Ms. Clark? Your son is having a

? C

stantly. "We're coming," Sabrina said, her

ng under my bandages, my world completely shattered

hrobbing, all-consuming agony in both my hands and my soul. Just as I felt myse

furry head poked throug

loyal companion. Just last week, thinking I couldn't care for him properly after the wedding, I'd done

d come ba

my lips. I managed to take a few sips, the cool liquid a small miracle on my parched throat. He then beg

which lay on the bedside table. It lit u

e: "Local Musician Ethan Lester Exposed

a violent traitor who had arranged the attack to frame a rival band, a deal go

read: "In the wake of a terrible betrayal, we found solace in each other. So

t party was i

"clear mental instability and violent tendencies," authorities were being petitioned to have me committed. To the state psychiatric hospital.