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

everything was raw and terrible. He had asked her, casually, over a dinner of spaghetti and jar sauce, “What would you think about moving to Ohio? Maybe getting a fresh start? New city, new memories?”

She had thrown a plate. She remembered it vividly now, the ceramic shattering against the wall, red sauce splattering everywhere. She had screamed, “I’m continue reading …