Christine Siegel

I picked the fight with him that morning
over nothing at all.
He married me, even though I was
pregnant with another
man’s baby. I was scared that he was
regretting it. He left
for work, slamming doors behind him. I
raided the medicine
cabinet. I lay down in bed to
read, but never got up.

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