It wasn’t a sound that shattered the silence of their bedroom, but an icy wave of his hatred. He stood in the doorway—his figure, usually so confident and upright, now hunched as if under an invisible weight.
It wasn’t a sound that ripped through the quiet of their bedroom, but an icy wave of his hatred. He stood in the doorway—his figure, usually so confident and upright, now hunched as if under an invisible weight. The face Alisa loved was twisted into a grimace she had never seen in seven years of […]
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