Every woman dreams of a knight in shinning armor. I was no exception. His name was Adrian Clark. His words flowed like a gentle stream on a cool summer's evening. From an innocent meeting at the doctor's office, came a too brief period of marital bliss. Clinging to a fool's hope of happily ever after, I ignored the change that I sensed overtaking Adrian. As his alcohol consumption increased, he lost more of his memory, and paranoia and possessiveness took hold. I suffered his wild fits of anger, suspicion and violence. In a dresser drawer, I discovered his dark past and hidden secrets. In Adrian's mind, I could no longer live, as my discovery threatened his freedom. I sought refuge in a spare bedroom, which became both my sanctuary and prison. Absorbed in reading his hidden papers, I left my door unlocked. Adrian stormed into the open door, with the kiss of death in his eyes, and a gun in his hand "