Lies, Love, and Loss

rtion consent form a heavy weight in my purse. My phone buz

He' d hired a private investi

mbled as I p

e couch. But this wasn't the gentle, caring David I knew. He was rough, almost feral. He pulled her ont

tender, sweet, almost reverent. He' d told me I was l

wasn't reverence.

fire in him. That wild, unrestrai

each frame a new kind of torture. It was self-flagellation,

ood in the doorway. "The

I still loved him. God help me, after everything, a part of me still loved the man I tho

ct couple. Everyone said so. Eve

let it go

screen. Our baby. I had to give

and dialed his numbe

ring. "Hello?" His voic

to talk to you. I have somet

busy right now," he said, h

I heard a woman'

nt from David, and

ile he was with her. While I was abou

stening to the silence. And in that silence, e

he nurse, my fac

ready,"

cedure had left me feeling hollowed

iving room. He rushed over, his

so long! Is everything ok

crying over him. The dead hi

" I said, m

hing to tell me," he pr

rried expression, and the man in the video, with his face contorted in pas

es. It felt like looki

was just going to ask if you n

ashing over his features. "No, no. Yo

lked past him, up th

I didn't dream of the accident. I dreamt of when we first met. He was a college senior,

ing I' m going to spend the rest of my life try

dream,

The storm inside me had passed, le

my room cr

rapped in one of David' s shirts

down, her eyes linger

a purr of satisfaction. "Yo