TESSA
We were back home. He didn’t take me back to the house we had lived together when we were first married but to his safe house again.
I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he knew I had grown a hatred for staying in that place or maybe it was because he was trying to protect me. Which out of the two? I wasn’t sure.
The place felt like a prison, even more than it did before. It felt like a coffin that was dressed in silk sheets and was filled with warm air. A pretty lie.
Zane walked in behind me like he hadn’t just dragged me across the floor into a nightmare.
What was more unsettling was thinking he could make me eat. He had driven us to the restaurant, I had no clue how he had managed to rent the entire space without my knowledge. But not one bite could I take. I just coul
