ELLA

Is this it?

What they call Ego Death? You find yourself at the bottom of the pile like a dusty photo, sharing the same self-worth as a trash can.

A child who never once kneeled now grovels. How did I even get here?

“You’re going to let me see her,” I tell the nurse for the fourth time. “Please. I NEED to see her, even if it's for a second. Please, just… let me see her.

She looks a breath away from calling security—which I don’t blame her for at all.

But I have been ...