Her Cruel Love Saved My Life

Summary

I lived on the good graces of my aunt and uncle for three years.

My Aunt Carol made the same meal for me every single night: a plate of rare, boiled prawns. "Eat up, Vera," she'd say, her voice flat. "They're good for you."

I have always had a severe aversion to the briny, iodine-rich smell of seafood, and I’d feed the whole lot to the stray cat in the backyard when she wasn't looking.

After three years of this luxury diet, that scrawny street cat had ballooned into a magnificent, glossy, orange giant.