ELION

There was a scar on my hand

A small red bruise that I could barely register in my head, still I kept on flickering that lighter, burning the wound deeper, hoping I could do more— worse

Because I was becoming something I barely recognized, by the time I arrived at home, I was in a disturbed state of mind.

Sean's family had done nothing to me. Sarah had done nothing to me, neither had her two little boys. Yet I had looked one of my oldest colleagues in the eye and told him that I would destroy them if he ever mentioned Loretta that way again.

I rubbed my...