Human Interest Fifteen years minimum, banged up inside for what took thirty seconds to complete. She turned away. I stabbed. I felt this heat burn through my skull until reason had died. I'd slogged my guts out for her, but she lied when I knew different. She used to meet some prick after work. She stank of deceit. I loved her. When I accused her, she cried and denied it. Straight up, she tore me apart. On the Monday, I found the other bloke had bought her a chain with a silver heart. When I think about her now, I near choke with grief. My baby. She wasn't a tart or nothing. I wouldn't harm a fly, no joke.