Tattered Soul.

I open the medicine cabinet to grab some Tylenol for a headache. If I took this, it wouldn’t be enough to kill me. I can’t do that. With a cold chill chasing up my spine, I pick up the bottle of Flexeril. There are at least 50 tabs in it. This would work. I could…

Flawed Sacrifice.

Looks can be deceiving. The four walls around Maggie’s lifeless body, told a very different story of her life, than the one that played out in her head. Maggie’s office housed all that anyone knew about her. Her PhD hung on the wall, adjacent to the plush couch, her patients sat on. The bookshelf displayed her best-selling, self-help books.…