HIS PLAN, BOOK TWELVE
Nicole
I wake up with the morning sun blinding me, the bone of the corset bra digging painfully into my right breast. Mark carried me to bed last night, held me until I fell asleep, but he didn't get under the covers with me. His side of the bed is still undisturbed.
I slept like a log, didn't wake once and had no nightmares for the first time in what feels like forever even though it's only been a week, or so since they started. And the lightness the absence of fear brings is washing over me like a cold shower on a hot summer's day. Maybe I'm finally free of Charles. Maybe everything will go back to the way it was, and Mark and I can start what I've been dying to, since he came back into my life.
Mark's clothes are strewn over the hanger by the closet, his robe g
