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Murder Is the Best Option
The mind shift that will set you free
A Wicked Little Tale for Disordered Lovers Everywhere
It’s common knowledge that Paris is for lovers. When my husband and I first married in a whirlwind blur of tumultuous madness, we landed in Paris and rented an apartment for a month near Saint-Germain-de-Pres in the core of the 6th arrondissement. In addition to sipping espresso at Café de Flore and wandering down the banks of the Seine with crepes in hand, we stumbled upon a choir practice in the oldest church in Paris, the Église de Saint Germain des Prés where we lit candles and whispered prayers for the dead. And it was there, with the dead, that we found our most enchanting moments. Of all the magical destinations we discovered, our favorite was Pere Lachaise Cemetery. Our hearts were full of happiness, and a calm settled deep into our bones as we wandered down the winding cobblestone paths hand in hand. We were at peace as we lingered among the dead, and a sense of timelessness confirmed that we would transcend this life and remain together for many lifetimes to come.
Time passed. Years passed. And my convictions never weakened, never faltered. In some indistinguishable way, I just knew that this person beside me was knitted to the very fabric of my life in a way that bound our souls forever.
