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frustrated.
    Angela’s stomach tied up in knots. She couldn’t believe Carlos’s tone. “Carlos, we had a deal!”
    “I know, I know, but my wife surprised me with a day off together,” Carlos explained.
    “But you promised! For years, you’ve been promising!” Angela whined.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Angela,” Carlos said helplessly.
    Tears began to well up in Angela’s eyes.
    “I’m talking about us . You and me, Carlos. What’s going to happen to us? That’s what we were supposed to discuss today, remember?”
    “Listen, I have to go, and there is no us. I’m sorry,” Carlos said, right before he hung up on her.
    “CARLOS! CARLOS!” Angela screamed into the phone.
    When she realized he had hung up, she threw her phone across the room. She began to experience a piercing pain in her stomach. She paced her apartment until she got tired. Then she balled up in a corner and wrapped her arms tightly around her knees. Her head was burning with a migraine. She was having flashbacks of all the good times she had with Carlos, the many days Carlos was the only person who kept her sane. Then, fragments of scenes from her past relationships passed through her mind: the affair her husband had, the child outside their marriage, the divorce, her pregnancy. She felt her migraine growing stronger. She needed Carlos more now than ever before. He had been the only person who could make all the pain of her past disappear. He had been her backbone, her single reason for living. And here he was telling her it was over. Just like that. No forewarning, no remorse, nothing. Everything she’d been through with him, everything he’d done for her were just distant memories. And now he would go on to be happy with his wife and children and leave Angela out on her own with nobody. She couldn’t handle it. She was devastated. Walking into her bathroom, she opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved a bottle of Vicodin painkillers. She was going to put a stop to this headache. She was going to put a stop to everything.

Chapter 2
    Thump! Thump! Thump!
    Thump! Thump! Thump!
    “Angela! Angela! Open the door!” Angela’s younger sister Ashley called out.
    A week had gone by, and no one had heard from or seen her sister. First, Angela’s housekeeper called Ashley earlier in the week asking about Angela, wanting to know how to collect her pay. Then Angela’s boss called Ashley to find out why her sister hadn’t been to work. Angela and Ashley were close, but they lived totally different lives so their paths didn’t cross much. But anytime Ashley received phone calls about her sister’s whereabouts, she immediately knew what was wrong.
    “This is 911, what’s your emergency?”
    “I’m at my sister’s apartment and she’s inside but she’s not answering the door. I’m afraid she might be hurt or unconscious or something,” Ashley said in a panic.
    “What’s the location?”
    “Bensalem Manor, apartment 3B,” Ashley reported.
    “We’re sending an officer out, but in the meantime, try contacting the apartment’s manager or maintenance and have them unlock the door. They should have a master key, and if you’re listed as an emergency contact person for your sister, they’ll let you in,” the 911 operator instructed.
    Ashley followed the operator’s advice. She backed away from her sister’s door and ran down the two flights of stairs. She rushed into the parking lot, jumped into her car, and drove to the office. After quickly reviewing Angela’s file, the manager and Ashley went back to Angela’s second-floor unit and let themselves in. The apartment was stuffy, and a horrible smell clogged the air. Ashley called her sister’s name repeatedly, going from room to room, until she found her sister lying on the floor in her own vomit. Angela was barely conscious, murmuring, “Get me to the airport.” She was too weak to move. Beside her was a half-empty bottle of Vicodin and an empty bottle of