Locked In The Freezing Storage Room

My wife intentionally left me to rot with a 104-degree fever.

She locked me in a damp, freezing storage room just to let her childhood best friend vent his frustrations.

I begged her for just one pill through the door.

She only gave me a cold, heartless refusal.

"If you hadn't insisted on winning that violin competition against Silas, he wouldn't have run away in the rain and caught a cold," she barked.

"Whatever pain he suffered, you're going to feel it ten times worse!"

I drifted into a