She Always Comes First
Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches.
Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her.
Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?"
He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."