Burn His World: A Wife's Fury

st my ribs. In my dream, Leo was crying, a thin, reedy sound that I could

n my abdomen, my eyes scanning the dark hospi

oated my skin. "Leo?" I called

e window that overlooked the city. A figure was silhouetted agains

dangerous. All the fear, all the pain, coalesc

d conversational. She swayed gently, rocking L

im. To.

te in the darkness. "Why d

was agony, the stitches in my belly pulling and tearing. I forced myse

closer to the window. "Careful,

, and she took another one back, a cruel dance in the semi-darkne

movement, she unlatched the window and pushed it open. A cold gust of wind swep

r the abyss. My world stopped. The air left my lungs. My heart, my sanity, my entire bei

word a strangled sob.

h me, but it was nothing compared to the terror that was clawing it

eatrical gasp of surprise, and p

fall. She just laughed, a high, tinkling sound that was more horrifying t

alerted by my scream. Leo was scooped up and whis

hands were trembling! I'm so clumsy! I'll never forgive myself!" She looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I wan

, twisting her crime into a declarati

t, murmuring soothing words, telling her i

grief, my son's life hanging in

is face grim. "He was exposed to the cold, and his heart rate dropped dangerou

d against the wall, tears of gratitude and rage stream

ida, shielding her from my

, his voice cold and final. "Frida fe

e cracking. "She held him out the

ent. He then handed me a folded document. "Here. I took care

s scanning the official text

air Rodri

e name of Frida's brother, the one who had died in a boating a

n my hands. "What is

my head on his chest, talking about names. Leo, I'd said. Like a lion. Strong

m was just another ca

sense. "Naming him after her late brother... it seemed like a way t

erased my family, my name,

ertificate in half, then in quarters, the pie

so much to me!" she cried, and without warning

shocking. But what ha

tly grabbed Frida's hand, examining it with frant

d did he turn his attention to me. A flicker of s

Aubrey?" he aske

was already blooming on my c

ar. "Don't you dare," I said, my voice d