He Wouldn't Touch Me for Four Years, So I Never Looked Back

Four years, he wouldn't touch me without disinfecting first. But he let Chloe wear his pajamas, eat strawberries from her hand, and kiss him without flinching. When a car broke my leg, he left me at the clinic and told me to figure it out. So I did. I moved to Boston, built a new life, and never spoke to him again. Years later, he found me. He said he loved me. I told him to die far away from me. He crashed his car. I turned off the news. My name is Natalie Brooks. I never looked back.