Last night, something in her snapped into sharp, terrifying clarity. She found the courage to test a theory she hoped would make her feel foolish. Something she prayed would prove her wrong. She didn’t want monsters in her life. Most women don’t. She just wanted her husband back — the man she thought she married. So, instead of eating the creamy chicken pasta Travis proudly served, she distracted him with a question about work while she slid most of her dinner into a Tupperware hidden in her tote bag. (months i felt)
Then she took a few dramatic breaths, staggered to the living room…
…and let herself collapse.
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