The Perfect Husband's Lie

thering to put on a coat. The cold Nov

wed me, yell

s going on? Let's j

with a sharp whistle. He jump

x it. Don't be rash. Think

useless words. I stared out the window, my mind a blan

bent, pried open. Two of Molly's "uncles" were holding the security manager against the wall, his face

ne echoed in the concrete hallway. Eac

, a scream teari

t away fr

wrapping around my waist like a cage. He

volved, they're dangerou

forced to watch as the man with the hammer finally broke off a jagge

the security manager slump to

holding me, sc

ful! I needed a clean piece for th

ed. I went complete

ry about the quality of their vandalism.

utiful thing my parents left for me in this world, h

was groaning on the floor. A cold rain sta

o, his face a mess of c

I can ex

image was a carefully constructed lie. The rain fell on

divorce,

was qui

me, stunned

with Molly's name. He answered it, his expres

rong? You're sca

at the phone. He was t

d into the phone, his v

slipping back into place. "Stay here. Cal

unded by the wreckage of my past, to comfort

the police. I called a different number, a trusted cont

dy. "In three days, I need to die. A fatal ove

ted me de

ld happen