Elektra

by Jennifer Saint

Nothing brought them more joy than the fall of a lovely woman. They picked over her reputation like vultures, scavenging for every scrap of flesh they could devour.

I was grateful for the scene he had drawn for me, the taste of his hatred in my mouth. I wasn’t so alone in my grief any more; not so alone in my rage.

If my daughter dwelt anywhere in this world, no army or ocean could stop me from reaching her.