My Lucky Day, Her Fatal Flaw

ct in Chicago. I was on my way to my family'

at beside me, complaining about

ng career, a great apartment, everything. And

d times. I loved Jen, we'd been friends since grade scho

just need to find somethin

. "Easy for

ng. They were so proud of me, working so hard, saving up to help

y rearview mirror. A huge, black vint

ed for

ted forward. My head snapped back against the

an old man from the local historic funeral home, was inc

hurt. It's just a car." Making a scene over an ac

you kidding me? You're just letting him g

ack in the car. But maybe she

ek, everyth

suddenly called and approved my entire design proposal without a single

e on his face. "You're not a juni

rents called, ecstatic. They had the final amount for the down p

arents' generous gift, I posted a little white lie on social media. I held

me immediately, her voice tig

spered. "It was the hearse.

ater, I saw on her Instagram that she had quit her

historic funeral home that weekend. I saw Jen's beat-

my phone was ringing.

about Jen? She's

t any old car. It was a priceless, one-of-a-kind antique, perfectly restored. The damages were

, paranoid rants, all directed at me. She blamed me for her

I had just gotten out of my car. Two large men stepped out fr

on the cold concrete, bleeding,

er eyes were

osed to be min

ged the knife

y parents, their happy f

dark