Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

the hammering in my chest. I held Lily's hand t

t be ridiculous, Sarah. You're not going anywhe

ife," made my skin crawl. He was fully immersed in his

s sharp and clear. "My husband is dead. Yo

he moved to block me again, his

uld hear. "Your grieving, traumatized husband. What do you think will happen if you try to

s pass

ng. He glanced nervously up the stairs, where I could

k. "David would never have held

emergency cash sticking out of my purse. In one swift, violent motion, he lunged forward, snatched the ticke

ywhere," he repeated

ed whimper. That sound broke through m

ar. He tried to soften his tone, but it

tense. Why don't you and Lily stay? I'll take care of you. We can be a family. Me, you

e wanted me to stay as his "wife," to raise my daughter alongside the child of his affair, all under the roof that my

inside m

t. I swung hard, my open palm connecting wi

murderous fury. His head whipped back, and for a second, he looked

tch," h

clear: he was going to physically force me back up the stairs, to lock me