I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

She stood frozen by the sink, her hand still gripping the handle of the refrigerator door, the cold air from the open appliance spilling out around her ankles. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage too small.

Frank lay on the floor.

He looked wrong. Not just wrong like someone who’d tripped and fallen, but wrong like continue reading …