Before You Ruined My Life
Language: en
My first day out of prison. I received a call from my husband. Or rather, the eighteen-year-old version of him. "Mae, are we married now? Did I cry like a baby at our wedding?" The boy's voice was bright, bubbling with anticipation, answering his own question before I could even find my voice: "I love you so much, I bet I was a total mess." "Oh, and our brilliant Mae—you must be a world-class surgeon by now, right? And me? Am I a captain yet? Flying those massive commercial jets?" I looked down at my right hand, a landscape of jagged, angry red scars. Then I looked through the glass window…