His Sixteen Year Old Self Begged Me To Run
Language: en
The first time Alex Thorne cheated with his executive assistant, I had what the doctors clinically diagnosed as a psychotic break. In the throes of a debilitating low, I picked up the kitchen knife on the counter, intending to end it all. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Liz? Did he finally break you?” I looked up. Sixteen-year-old Alex Thorne was walking toward me, his face etched with familiar tenderness. “Tell me who it is,” he murmured softly. “I’ll take care of him for you.” Staring at the bright, earnest look in the boy’s eyes, I didn’t speak. Quietly, I just pointed toward…