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on the blank IOU: "Divorce Papers." I pressed the pen down with fina

as calm and flat as a still lake. "I ha

tory cooling-off period for divorces in this state. And then the proc

rain streaking down the hospital window. "

llway. I was alone again, a hollow in my chest w

, a vision of meekness in a pale dress, carrying a small, covered

laced with a feigned concern that grated on my raw n

escalate like this. He just... he loves me so much, you see, and losing our baby, it broke him." She dabbed at her eyes with a pristine tissue, but he

oice a low, dangero

d for the basket. "I brought you some soup. For your recovery," she sai

ed, pushing myself up, my

inting with something cold and sharp. "You think you

r smell filled my nostrils, then a thick, lukewarm liquid was being forced between my lips. I choked, gagged, struggling against her

d, my throat burning. She wiped her hands on a na

she asked, her voic

t flashed through my mind. "What did you put in

Elisabeth. An old recipe, made with bitter herbs from the garden where you planned to plant

d over me. I dry-heaved, bile burning my throat. The horror of her words, the ab

he watched me, her expression a grotesque

th something ancient and venomous. "You tried to take my family,

oalesced into a single, explosive rage. My hand shot out, fueled by an adrenaline I didn't k

or bur