My Husband Begged But I Already Erased Him
Language: en
After the divorce, I got the shot. The Erasure Shot. It wiped away the five years I'd waited for my husband, Declan, the arms lord who betrayed me. It erased the sheer, gut-wrenching agony of calling him for help when I was violated, only to be told, "Stop faking it." I disappeared, took a new name, and went to a remote teaching post in the North Carolina Appalachians, a place where no one knew who I was. Three years later, I was teaching a class when someone pushed the door open. She stared at me, her eyes wide with shock. "Lila, you're alive? Why the hell didn't you find Declan? Do…