Chapter 165

I decide, for my fucking sanity that I didn’t lose asleep last night replaying my husband’s words.

He wants to kill me. That much is enough for me to stay alert all night. It’s not that I don’t trust him. No. That’s exactly what it is.

How does a person look at you like you’re the only thing keeping him breathing and then swear he wants to put you in the ground? How do those two things live in the