Too Late for a Second Choice
As long as I took the medicine, I could live a happy and blissful life with my wife and son within my mind.
One day, I finally discovered that she had drugged me. All the happy memories I experienced were simply hallucinations brought on by the drugs.
I became blinded with rage. By the time I came back to my senses, Chelsea and her daughter were already lying in a pool of their own blood.
I numbly allowed myself to be led away by the police. When I saw the camera footage of the incident, my thoughts were, of all things, on Shayla.
Would Shayla see me on the news?