“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

” he added, a spark of amusement finally piercing his gloom, “your agency director is down there. Eddie? He is currently live-tweeting the entire ordeal. He keeps referring to it as ‘Cleveland’s Masterclass in Crisis Resilience.’”

“Of course that vulture is monetizing my trauma,” I laughed, a genuine, bubbling sound, because once you survive a literal continue reading …