Kimberly
“Why should I let my wife leave me?” He murmured as he took out a cigarette from his pocket.
He looked at me and for reasons know only to him, he returned the cigarette into his pocket and straightened himself out.
“Enough of the talking,” he murmured, voice still low and strangely gentle. “Let’s go home,”
My knees threatened to give out as tears stung my eyes.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, Kendrick. Let me go.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. The pain in my chest was suffocating. I didn’t want to go back. Not to that place. Not to that life.
I prayed silently, begged the Moon Goddess for help. For someone to stop this. For the universe to intervene.
But nothing came.
The silence between us stretched, tense and heavy.
I felt Kendric
