Her Scars, His Final Stand
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husband, Captain David Miller, was a celebrated hero on TV, his charismatic smile a stark contrast to the corroding rust of our marriage. Right there
around Chloe' s supposed fragility. "She' s fragile, Scar," he' d say, "You' re strong. You understand." I tried to, but then he mis
bleeding." I heard Chloe' s tearful voice in the background, "David, don' t go. I need you." He hesitated. That cold, sharp hesitation twisted in
ve," she whispered, claiming my dying mother was a necessary sacrifice for her child. My suppressed rage ignited. This wo
omise. But his love was poison, and I was done. I walked away from the graveside, leaving behind the man who had d
ade a small, tinny sound, the final note on a life I was leaving behind. As the city l
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