Jackie went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. She reached for Jack’s razor blades, the stainless steel Gillettes, and thought about how easy it would be to draw a warm bath and a straight line down each wrist. Had she ever been truly happy? She thought she had gone into this marriage with eyes wide open, but Jack’s cheating was unbearable, the humiliations unrelenting. The babies she lost. Her beloved father’s death from liver cancer in 1957, a slow suicide caused by his drinking. Her sister, Lee, so competitive and envious—of what, exactly?
