Chapter 142

"I thought you wouldn't find me."

I scoffed, the sound harsh in the wind as I moved to the edge of the rooftop, mirroring his stance but making it look like defiance.

My dear husband, the master of his crumbling universe, took a long drag from his cigarette.

The orange flare was the only warm thing in the dark.

I wondered when he’d started again.

It was a nasty habit, one of the many I thought I’d