A Bitter Pill Called Regret

as I cooked Marcu

d hoped would bring some semblance of peace

s never c

Reed, beaming beside my husband, champagne in hand,

dismissive, cold: "You've let yourself g

ing, a sudden nosebleed staining the anniversary tablec

, a ghost of my former self, co

pped away, humiliated, while he

ort, my loyal dog Gus, brutally run down after

laced by the harsh hospital lights

awake to his ruin, w

r pill: his decade of calculated cr

story was far from over-just