My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

How was I feeling?

I’d lost our baby twelve hours ago. He’d stolen my entire life savings six hours ago.

And he was asking how I was feeling like we were discussing the weather.

“Thanks for the fingerprint, by the way,” he added, settling into the chair beside my bed.

The casual cruelty of it stole my breath.

“Excuse me?”

“The transfers went through perfectly.continue reading …