While He Saved Her, I Died in the Dark
Language: en
The elevator cable snapped. The sudden weightlessness slammed me hard against the metal wall. Suffocating from my failing heart, I gasped for air. Instinctively, I dialed my boyfriend, Ethan’s, number. Busy. Then, he hung up. A second later, a photo popped up on my Snapchat: "Chloe sprained her ankle. I’m at the ER getting her checked out." In the five years we lived together, my weak heart sent me to the ER fifty-six times. Every single time I called him in a panic, his response was always the same: "Chloe needs me right now. I'll help her out first, then come find you." But he…