My husband beat me so violently thatt….
Clarity. I turned my head toward the window. Outside, the city was glowing beneath the darkness. Cars moved along the streets. Apartment buildings shone with hundreds of tiny squares of light. Everyone was living their ordinary lives. And somewhere in that city, Garrett was probably telling people how devastated he was. How he’d never forgive…
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