“Didn’t I ask you a question?”
He roared out. The sound vibrated in the space of the bedroom, shattering the calm I’d tried to build in the shower. I stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, the damp towel suddenly feeling like lead against my skin. This was not how I wanted this to go. I had planned for a conversation, a bridge back to "us." Instead, I was staring at a bridge that was currently being burned to the ground.
“Autumn, am I not speaking to you, or have you suddenly gone mute?” He moved faster than I could track, his hand seizing my arm. His grip was a vice, a physical manifestation of the control he was losing over the situation.
I was suddenly afraid. Not just of his anger, but of the realization that I didn’t know this man as well as I thought.
“It’s a compliance f
