Three Matches and the Lies We Call Love
Language: en
Before my mother passed, she left me three matches — each one capable of taking me back in time. I used the first match to return to the night Miller was drugged. I knocked over his spiked drink before he could touch it. He never slept with his secretary, Scarlett. I saved our marriage. But then, not long after, we were in a car accident. Miller threw himself over me, shielding my body with his. His injuries were too severe. He didn't make it. Without a second thought, I struck the second match. We went back to before the crash, and this time, we walked away without a scratch. I…