The Girl Who Poisoned the Man She Loved

Five years ago, I poisoned my boyfriend, Julian Blackwood and ran. I never planned to see Julian again. Then someone rear-ended my car outside my daughter's kindergarten. Same intersection. Same car. Three days in a row.

I stopped driving. Took Anna on the bus instead. “Mommy, is it the bus again today?” “Looks like it, sweetheart.” But he didn’t need my car to find me. That evening he cornered us in a quiet service lane behind the school, two cars parked nose to tail like a trap.