I hit the button to black out the window and huddled in the corner before I let myself go. The tears streamed down my face and I cried. I cried like I should have cried when my marriage was over. I cried like I should have cried when Daniel told me he never wanted to speak to me again. I cried like I had never done before and I didn’t think this pain would ever go away.
The door opened a little and I sensed him enter. He didn’t turn on the lights, he didn’t call out. He knew exactly where I was and came straight to me. I drew back and pressed myself as far into the corner as I could.
“Elise.” His voice was soft and gentle. “Elise. You were told to wait for me upstairs.” He crouched at my side and lifted his hand to my face. He wiped away a tear with his thumb and I flinched away from him.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” I snarled. “You gave up all rights to me when you fucked that whore in front of me.”
