Disorientated, I blinked a few times. Then a few more.
The hallway swam into focus, the back of my head felt tender, and for some reason I couldn't lift my hand.
Then there he was, kneeling in front of me, pinning down my arm. My ex husband, sliding off my jeans roughly, grunting as he did so. It was like a nightmare. He was doing it all over again. Destroying me like he always had.
I shut my eyes again, I didn't want him to know I was conscious. I needed an upper hand of some sort, and I needed it fast.
My heart hurt. Grief had not come yet, but it would. And it would hurt. I wanted him here. I wanted to hear his voice, have him console me. But maybe he was gone.
I felt Cameron get up, the air changed as he walked down the hallway, and I heard him go into the living room. I turned my
