I Died to Escape You

The day Charles’s first love, Melanie, and I were both in a horrific car accident, Melanie was the one rushed into the trauma bay.

Charles choked me, his fingers digged into my throat as he snarled, "Melanie always insisted on riding shotgun, and you fought her for it every single time. Why didn't you fight her today? Why did you let her sit there? It’s because of you she’s in the ER! You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Beside him, our seven-year-old son, Toby, repeatedly slammed his small fists into my freshly bruised, bleeding leg. "If Aunt Melanie dies, I will never call you Mom again!