It’s only ten thirty. Although he was at the cop shop all night getting questioned, I’m still surprised. I’ve seen him work all-nighters and not go to bed before midnight. Something is wrong. I don’t know what else to do, so I wash my face and brush my teeth and crawl into bed with him although I know I’ll be staring at the ceiling for a good long while. He mumbles something and wraps his arms around me. I want to wake him and talk. I want to confess I’m jealous of Annalisa. I want to tell him that someone is threatening me—popping the tires on my car and leaving a police badge as a calling card. How did someone get a badge, anyway? It’s not like you can buy them at the store? At the same time, I feel relieved to postpone those conversations until the morning. I’m sure my shrink would have something to say about it. Thinking of my therapist, Marsha, makes me feel guilty.
What do You think about Blessed Are The Meek (2014)?
