TESSA
There had been another attack on my life and I wasn’t even sure if I would live to see morning or if they wanted to do something worse to me.
I stared at the ceiling of my office and the light there shined so bright that it almost blinded me. The coffee that Sandra had brought for me had gone cold but it didn’t matter to me in that moment. My finger was clinging tightly to the paper cup like it was strong enough to anchor me or like the steam might push away the lingering chill under my skin.
I wasn’t even married to Zane anymore but they still came for me. We were divorced officially and publicly so why?
My hands were shaking again and I hated that.
It wasn’t from fear, rather it was anger, at least that was what I told myself. Anger at the fact that being attached with Zane
