~Vivian~
The leather seats of Nathan's BMW felt like they were swallowing me whole. My husband sat beside me, stiff as a board, drowning the car in that expensive cologne he always wore too much of. The kind that used to make me weak in the knees. Now it just made me want to roll down the windows and gulp fresh air.
Neither of us had spoken since we'd buckled our seatbelts. The silence between us was like a rope pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.
My stomach grumbled as familiar streets flew past the window. Each turn brought us closer to my parents' house and closer to facing my father.
The last time I'd seen him this formally was when he'd walked me down the aisle five years ago, ordering me about how to be a good wife. Submit to your husband, he'd said. Cover his mist
