Eight Years, A Twisted Play

a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyli

"No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick

ingle folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd

ack in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He

d to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm

put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was

control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car cra

ng Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terri

n end to it, o