Denise collapsed on the bathroom tiles, tears streaming down her face. She had thought about suicide, but she was afraid of the pain. She thought of Craig, wondering if maybe he didn’t mean it.

However, she cursed under her breath after calling his phone a dozen times and still finding it turned off.

“Craig, that bastard. All men are scum.”

...

Denise had drunk too much. She burned the copy of the guarantee agreement with tear-filled eyes. As she wept, she looked into the void and said, “I