Unforgivable Truths
Harpeth Hills Memory Gardens, a natural cemetery nestled in the ro
no concrete vault. Just a simple shroud, returning my body to the earth. I picked a plot on
grave was immaculate, cared for by a service Eleanor paid
It's getting harder. But I'
eptance. The fight was leaving my body
fistfight at a bar last night. Some guy had made a crude comment about Sabrina, and Etha
he doorbell rang. It was Eleanor, Etha
say a word, s
ed my head to the sid
with hate. "You drive him to this. Your weakness, your
l of himself over that little tramp because you won't j
ting to swell. I was so tired. Tired of t
, my voice flat. "I'll
prise, then narrowed in
ign whatever he wants.
hing for a trick. Finding none, she gave
er victory complete. I closed the door and leaned
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