The Quiet Exit
In the chaos, they smashed through the balcony glass door and fell together from the fifth floor.
Donald died on the spot.
Chelsea was critically injured, arrested, and fired by the company. Lying on a hospital bed, she cried and begged the police to let her see me one last time.
I went.
In the prison visitation room, separated by a cold pane of glass, I saw her.
She was wearing an inmate uniform, her head shaved, bandages wrapped around her face. The once proud and beautiful woman was now nothing but a shell of exhaustion and despair.
"Will…"