orking night shifts at a greasy diner to
his future, a l
, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace"
ping, twisting my years of love in
ace accusations of being a "crazy woman" a
led by his lies and his b
ed and senten
filled with beatings and
ncrete floor, my last bre
harp jolt, my
in that fi
my old, cram
ear-old Kevin, his face a m
to the city? I can' t stay he
y I had sealed my f
e, it would