Chapter Four
Getting out of bed had always been difficult, but not as difficult as that morning. Walter hit snooze a solid few times before finally giving in and rolling out of bed.
Every chore that morning, from showering to dressing to eating breakfast, felt painful, like he was slowly easing his way to being executed. And he might as well be, for there was no way that telling Ursula everything would end well.
His dreams were plagued with all the what ifs that popped into his mind. What if she didn’t believe him? What if she called the cops? What if she just laughed him off? What if she believed him and wanted to run away? What then?
Walter’s thoughts made him dizzy, and the clock seemed to mock him. Part of him wished time would go slower while the other part just wanted to get ever
