Reborn: A Husband's Vengeful Love

r taste of cheap whiskey, and the image of a newspaper: a glossy photo of my e

winter air as I died with the

, Susan, both lying in fresh graves, victims

mpty promises, while they withered away fro

the money came too late; my mother starved

, but to accuse, to divorce, and to flaunt he

ragged gasp t

plintered floorboards of my own bedroom,

Susan, frail but breathing, and Leo, flush

endar confirmed it: three

th a cold, hard rage, i

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e steady, "We' re leaving.

his time, I wouldn' t just s