r flinched, was dying, and his
d as his own, my childhood sweethearts,
claimed animal activism, another gamophobia, an
in designer clothes bought with my money, laughing and inti
riendship bracelets, and Sara
s, designed to mock me while the
but their final act
they ignored his deathbed wishes, choosin
ring for their safety, embarked on a
ttered when Sarah' s call came through: she was safe at
with your little dra
nly to find a nurse pulling a
y, by choosing the one woman wh
n of despair, they burst in, feigning remo
Why not one of us?" they shrieked, their
Sterling, whom they had called "a l
ce cold and resonant, "a
me, and kissed me, revealing the shock
on truth and unwavering
ated and exposed, were gi
e: they had been trafficked and killed
r look
luminated by the laughter of my wife and daught