When her narcissistic ex recruits an army to terrorize her...

Ella gasped for air. She was losing her mind for sure: memories were tangible forces, vicious little creatures with sharp teeth. Reality, on the other hand, felt like a faded old photograph. Blurred lines, fraying edges.

She batted her eyelids, dissolving the liquid that pooled in the corners. Hadn’t she cried enough over this? Her phone buzzed again, another text illuminating the splintered screen: "Picking out your burial plot? You’ll be in a casket soon."