My Lover Watched My World Get Destroyed
At my dad's funeral, Dawn Arnold pushes my wheelchair from behind. Suddenly, she speaks up.
"I heard you screaming for help the day you and your dad got roped into that tragedy."
I stiffen up instantly before looking up at her in disbelief.
"Didn't you tell me that you weren't home at that time?"
Dawn's gaze falls on Dad's portrait on the altar. She replies coolly, "It was a lie. At that time, I had just finished having sex with Felix. My legs were awfully limp, so I didn't open the door for you."
I remain rooted to the wheelchair, my throat closing up from shock.
"After you went through the amputation, you suffered from the phantom limb pain so much that you had to take sleeping pills