Second After
an excerpt

I cannot reach him anymore. He shakes and collapses, strangled screams trapped in his chest as I hear all of our dreams die in one simple moan. We had built this together, and built it for you. This was your legacy, and our lives were meant to be long. And yet, here we sit, a corpse in the front room, and shattered daughter in the bath. A ruined husband half drunk in the kitchen. And me. Whatever I have become.