My husband s:la:pped me over a trivial mistake—I stayed silent, but by morning I had already made a decision that changed everything between us.

name.”

I stood slowly.

For the first time in three years, he looked smaller than the room around him.

“Your name,” I said, “is why they came so quickly.”

Monroe cuffed him.

Victor struggled once, uselessly, and Monroe slammed him against the sideboard hard enough to rattle the crystal glasses.

“Careful,” I said. “Those were a wedding gift.”

Victor twisted continue reading …