Her Death in My Bed

Marcus's wife died in my bed.

To atone for my sins, my wife Russell divorced me and married Marcus instead.

My company and all my shares were seized by Marcus.

And I was sent to a mental institution by my family.

Years later, my family drove to pick me up.

Russell carefully draped a coat over my shoulders, looking at me with heartache.

"Alex, it's all in the past now."

My sister Mary comforted me too:

"We're still family from now on."

But I couldn't hear what they were saying, couldn't respond.

The daily electric shock treatments at the mental institution had left me with tinnitus.