Dangerous Truths

Inside, I was dying-empty, dark, alone.

Keeping it all together was exhausting and the 'perfect' mask I wore was beginning to slip. Pretending to have it all together wasn't working anymore as the lies I had to tell weighed heavier each day.

I'd done everything right my whole life and I still ended up divorced, childless, and alone. All I had left was my job. Maybe it was time to be a little bad?

Seductive choices pulled me over into darkness and I no longer had to pretend. The escape was a...