From the author: Sometimes love is the darkest god of all. Originally appeared in Bete Noire.
Six hours to fly to Paradise for our honeymoon. Bevka and I had met at work: a creature feature. I played the monster’s stunt double—all green screen shots so my short stature wasn’t an issue; she was a runaway special effects artist. It was Los Angeles love. Both of us were the black sheep of our respective families: I was expected to become an accountant; she a mortician. Despite my difficulty walking on sand, Hawaii seemed the perfect place to celebrate. We never should’ve visited the...