The Price of Deception, A Broken Man

y mile on my delivery bike, every humiliating monster c

old me, her eyes wet, "crushed

nd ounce of my being into a future w

g-filled hall of that escape room, an emergency e

ith a man, Liam, in an expensive suit

oblivious to my presence behind the flimsy foam mask. "An artist.

. She wasn' t just with another man

dollars, signed by Liam Davis,

he "fool," had been systematically fle

iam – appeared on a security monitor, kissing him, shielding him

le time," one said, a chilling co

appeared in a photograph on my nightstand -

walking away from the screams and lies, emb

collapsing on a wet street, I knew o