d, had grown distant. On the eve of my birthday, he returned home, dismissing my wishes and harshly criticizing my art, his w
vate choice was cruelly exposed when the brochures for my "coffin-like sleeping pod" scattered across the living room floor, revealing my grim secret to Liam and h
cords, planting doubt in Liam's mind and confirming his belief that I was a manipulative liar inventing a terminal illness for
protector, my entire world, now believe I was a vile, twisted monster
ect: deep-sea cryogenic preservation, set for December 12th-my birthday, and his wedding day. I would disappe