After my husband's first love drained me of blood like a living blood bank, I died in the cheap apartment he left me in. My six-year-old daughter thought I was just sleeping. To wake me up with a feather pen, she went to find my husband—but he thought I'd sent her to play pitiful and force me to show up and apologize. To make me appear, he forced our six-year-old daughter to kneel in the snow. Then the police called him: a woman's body had been found in the apartment.
