28 août 2026

I was under anesthesia when it wore off too early. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I heard my son’s wife tell the surgeon: “If something goes wrong, don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.”

There it was.

The blade hidden beneath her perfume.

I built that wing.

Not Vanessa. Not Daniel. Me.

I wanted to scream, but a tube sealed my mouth shut. I wanted to move, but my body belonged to the drugs.

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