Everyone Chose Her, so I Chose Revenge
My best friend, Aria Sinclair, develops amnesia after killing my parents in a drunk-driving accident. Somehow, everyone forgives her.
My own brother signs a letter of forgiveness on her behalf. The son I nearly died bringing into this world affectionately calls her "Ari". Even my lawyer husband of eight years stands in front of her and defends her.
Because I insist on taking her to court, they join forces and have me committed to a psychiatric facility for an entire year.
On the day I'm released, Grant Berton comes to pick me up.
He says, "Aria has lost her memory. She's changed and turned over a new leaf. Do you really have to demand a life for a life? Can't we forget the past and move on together?"
Voices rise around me from every direction, all urging me to let go and forcing me to forgive.
I look at the people who are supposedly the closest and dearest to me.
Then, I calmly utter one word. "No."
This time, I don't scream and rage about sending her to prison. Even when I catch Grant and her together in the bedroom, I don't pick up a knife and drive them out.
Instead, I silently speak to the system in my mind. "I give up on the mission."
I don't want the wreckage of the past, and I have no interest whatsoever in a future without light.