LivTristan doesn’t want me here. f**k. Not a surprise, but a disappointment. In our freshman year of college, after a few dates with him, I’d broken things off to marry my true love and his best friend. Sounds like a fairy tale?
Worst decision of my life.
I was the only one who’d ever know the truth about Ted. Far from being the grieving widow, I thanked god he was dead. I didn’t kill him. He did that all on his own with some barfly, his motorcycle, and a slick road.
The state police assured me he hadn’t suffered.
Too bad.
Everything with Ted was exciting at first. He was a risk taker; I was an Ohio girl loving the adventure of college life in Alaska. But every once in a while, after Ted had a bit too much to drink, he’d get rough. Afterward he’d apologize and promise it’d never happe
