Fourteen Dollars For My Dead Child
Language: en
Three years into our corporate merger of a marriage, my husband casually suggested we open it up. "Maya, don’t you ever wonder what it’s like with someone else?" I froze, then reached out to pinch his arm, thinking he was joking. "Are you losing it? Why would I want that? Is what we have not enough for you?" "I’m bored," Sebastian cut me off. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Two words. They hit me like a physical blow. The smile died on my face. "At the gala last month, someone slipped something into my drink. I ended up with a waitress," Sebastian continued. He toyed with a strand…