The Past's Unwanted Return

nk lines screaming a judgment. Seven years ago, I had a vasectomy

"miracle," a fulfillment of some bizarre "destiny card" from a tarot reader. My gut scream

nts, then hers, were swept into the delusion, celebrating a grandchild I knew couldn't be mine. The deep

her to this elaborate lie? The truth was a chilling void

s that stupid story about the destiny card. He' s so easy to manage. Loyal like a puppy." My sanity shattered. This wasn't a miracle; it was a cold, calculated betrayal. This was her high school