GENEVIEVE
Soon, I'll be rid of him completely, and maybe someone who really likes me, like Chris, will fill it. So I type with trembling hands.
Me : Of course!
Chris : Can I come to your house or will your dad rearrange my features?
I smile, remembering Dad's real-life threats when Chris thought it would be a good idea to pick me up on his motorcycle.
Me : He's working this weekend and won't be home until late.
We are safe.
Chris : I can't wait to see you, beautiful.
My heart shrinks at that word. Beautiful .
Why does it hurt so much to hear Chris say this? Probably because it's not him I want to hear it from. It's not. I'm not going there.
I go back to picking up the shards of glass when a movement outside catches my peripheral vision. It can't be. I lift m
