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ded standard ward. Then, she vanished. Her days and nights

the foot of my bed, her arms crossed

d. "Faking these injuries just to mak

ventilator hissing wi

pping to a venomous whisper, "I will divorce you and leave you with every

a single, clear thought emerged. Divorc

aged

s. "Good. You have three days to write Matthew a formal apo

r saw her in tha

wist of the knife. The next day, my se

e fire. I saw Nicole. She was talking to the pyrotechnics operator, slipping him a thick envelo

one picked up her voi

hen you' re disfigured, when you can' t tempt other

lace. The fire. The burns. It

unit, arrived that night under the cover of dar

spital, leaving the city and my nightmare behind, I u

a divorce. It

rom my hand, watching it fa