Rebirth: A Wife's Bitter Reckoning

The piercing wail of an ambulance siren was the first thing I heard.

I was lying on the living room carpet, the scent of dust and cheap air freshener in my nose.

A few feet away, my younger sister, Chloe, clutched an empty bottle of pills, feigning unconsciousness.

It was a pathetic performance, but it had destroyed my life once before.

This was the day I received my acceptance letter and full scholarship to the nation' s most prestigious art school-the day my life was supposed to begin.