“Who are you really?” I screamed, my voice breaking over the sound of the heavy rain, but the cold, empty look in his eyes terrified me more than his silence.
Part 1: I never thought my perfectly normal Tuesday would end with me sitting on the cold bathroom floor, completely unable to breathe. You think you know the person sleeping next to you every single night, until one tiny mistake unravels your entire existence. It was pouring rain in Portland, Oregon yesterday afternoon. The kind…
