Unforgivable Truths

Harpeth Hills Memory Gardens, a natural cemetery nestled in the ro

no concrete vault. Just a simple shroud, returning my body to the earth. I picked a plot on

grave was immaculate, cared for by a service Eleanor paid

It's getting harder. But I'

eptance. The fight was leaving my body

fistfight at a bar last night. Some guy had made a crude comment about Sabrina, and Etha

he doorbell rang. It was Eleanor, Etha

say a word, s

ed my head to the sid

with hate. "You drive him to this. Your weakness, your

l of himself over that little tramp because you won't j

ting to swell. I was so tired. Tired of t

, my voice flat. "I'll

prise, then narrowed in

ign whatever he wants.

hing for a trick. Finding none, she gave

er victory complete. I closed the door and leaned