Destroy Her

Chloe

The invitation card lay on the glass table in front of me like an insult directed toward me. It reminded me of all my failures.

I had read it at least ten times already, but my eyes kept returning to the same words, as if they might rearrange themselves if I stared long enough.

“Gael Thorne and Clara Ashford

request the pleasure of your presence

at their wedding…”

The location was listed ben