Fred Parker picked up the gun and held it to his head, no longer fighting the dark thoughts that enveloped him. My life is a mess. My marriage is a pretense. Things are never going to change. There's no hope. . . .
He was starting to squeeze the trigger, when a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the room. Opening his eyes, he saw his wife looking on...
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