From Collateral to Queen

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clinical reality. The nurse looked at me with pity. I felt noth

left one messaging app open, a single, foolish thread of hope that he might

ever

walked like a zombie to the hospital pharmacy

ly, laughing

th a sudden, violent anger. I just wanted to be

the restroom, a cru

what the cat dragg

s, my eyes fixed on my own ref

the counter beside my purse. Her eyes

So the old hag couldn't even hold onto a baby. How pat

simmering inside me exploded. I turned and raised my

ver made

saw my raised hand, saw Molly's fa

of it sent my head snapping t

orted with rage. He pulled Molly behind him, shielding h

. In that moment, everything became clear. The last shred of hope, the

ned, picked up my purse an

d drafted an email to all the clients we shared, informing them that

blocked. I took screenshots of The Wolfpack chat,

them to a f

t the best thing about an older woman is we k

e to the airport. I boarded the first fl

e bright, clear sky, I didn't feel sadness. I felt nothing