Where Memory Let Him Rust

Seven years into our marriage, my husband Dominic Vance personally switched off my younger brother's life support.

All because his idealized "first love" wanted that specific, life-saving medication.

That day, I knelt on the cold hospital floor, begging him to spare my only family.

He looked down at me, his voice a cruel caress.

"You're not being good again."

Later, my brother died, my baby was gone, and I was driven to madness by Dominic's own hands.

Everyone assumed I would forgive him, waiting for him to come back to me.

They never knew the truth.