Kayleigh….
How can it be that you don’t know why you are coughing up blood?
How can it be that you took that handful of painkillers from those geniuses, and trotted home with them?
How can it be that you ask the question, Denial? Denial of what?
You strike me as a bright woman, too bright to fool yourself that way.
Will you even entertain just for a moment the idea that you are in the grip of an obsession far more powerful than yourself?

Again, I tell you, you are not here by mistake.

Richard S.