My Husband Begged But I Already Erased Him

Summary

After the divorce, I got the shot. The Erasure Shot.

It wiped away the five years I'd waited for my husband, Declan, the arms lord who betrayed me. It erased the sheer, gut-wrenching agony of calling him for help when I was violated, only to be told, "Stop faking it."

I disappeared, took a new name, and went to a remote teaching post in the North Carolina Appalachians, a place where no one knew who I was.

Three years later, I was teaching a class when someone pushed the door open.