Laura
I sat in the quiet of my apartment, the weight of the divorce notice still heavy on my shoulders. Edward had assured me that David wouldn’t scare him, but I couldn’t shake the unease. I knew David better than anyone—his methods were relentless, his control suffocating. This wasn’t going to be easy.
Mrs. Abigail entered the room hesitantly, her face drawn with concern. “Laura, are you alright? You’ve barely said a word since you got back.”
I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the carpet, my thoughts tangled and unrelenting. “I’m fine,” I murmured, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me.
She hovered near the armrest, clearly uncertain whether to stay or leave. “Did something happen? Is it… David again?”
I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening. “What do you think?” The bitterness
