scream. I did not beg. I refused to let him see me fall apart.
I turned and walked upstairs, my hands shaking so badly I had to grip the railing. I pulled a suitcase from the closet and opened it with fingers that barely obeyed me. Clothes blurred together as I packed, tears spilling freely now that I was alone.
I was not packing for myself.
I was packing continue reading …
