Erased, Not Forgotten

in Mo

d it was for my own good, to recover from my "instability." My real illness

acked ceiling, forgotten. The next,

nnel of light, no angelic choir. J

sident of the United States. He was signing a document, his brow furrowed in concentrat

and in static. I was bound to him, tethered by some invisible chain. I tried to walk away, to leave the roo

ied long ago. It

e

in Julian' s eyes afterward. I demanded a divorce, a public one. I wanted out. He couldn't have that scandal. A griev

He ran a hand through his hair, a habit I knew well. He didn't look lik

him. "I'm dead, Juli

choed only in the space where my

o. Me, him, and a smiling, five-year-old Leo. He stared at it for a long moment. A

o down and pres

, get i

e was loyal, a man who had known us both since Julian was a

ir

id, gesturing to the mug on his

"I'll get you a fres

or a second, his eyes seemed to focus. A shiver went through him. He shoo

d again, but i

Savanna

expensive, her smile predatory. She was the lobbyist who had

ver the desk, and kissed him. It was

r. President?

said, pulling

my own husband's life, watching him with

ou just look so much better when you're not frow

weak smile. "

red women who were simple, easy, who didn't challenge him. I had

past the open d

Lady's sanatorium hasn'

seem to care. He hasn't

I already knew. I was not