No Longer Her Wounded Puppy

cold concrete against my cheek and

Olivia, my wife, screaming, not for me

e, only for a steel pipe to crush mine; a minor gash on Ethan' s foreh

lurred, and the brutal truth crystallized: all my sacrif

erficial cut, and my love for her fin

I bl

a' s familiar, expensive perfume, and I was standing whole, pain

t, a week before the accident, a fig

she said, tossing a black cred

whatever you want. Just stop acting like a wounded pup

ed me, driving me to refuse the card a

time, I w

ling question forming on my lips: