If it seems quick, that's because that's how it seems to me. That drug I took, Klonopin—it did horrible things to my brain, but I didn't realize it until I couldn't get the medication anymore. My memory of those three years is just some massive smear. There are these little pinpoints of clear memory I can find here and there, but I just lost so much of my final years because of those pills—it's so sad. It's like my first clear memory after leaving his office is walking into the house one day and hearing the terrible news from Richard.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
