My Boyfriend Shielded Me from a Lab Fire and Lost a Layer of Skin. So I Broke Up With Him.
Language: en
On the day we broke up, I deliberately poked right at his deepest wound. "Every time I look at those hands, it makes me sick to my stomach." Years later, he became my father's attending physician. Before discussing the medical chart, he looked at me with chilling indifference and asked: "Ms. Davis, my hands won't cause you any physiological discomfort, will they?"