He Thought I Was Dramatic

Summary

I lived with severe clinical depression, and Simon’s best female friend, Morgan, considered herself the patron saint of tough love.

During my worst relapse in five years, she fed rat poison to Sammy, the emotional support retriever who had kept me anchored to this earth.

When I found him limp and cooling on the kitchen tile, my mind fractured. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stop shaking. Desperate to silence the screaming inside my skull, I reached for a blade, but Morgan slammed the master bedroom door shut, turning the brass lock from the outside.