*Micah*
I shove myself off the bed more with a sense of resignation than anger or frustration. Before we go any further, she has the right to know, to learn everything about me.
Knowing the full truth of me, she might decide she wants to become another man's mistress, she might return to her original plans.
The bed creaks with whatever movements she is making.
I wish I had the lighter my mum had given me right now, because it could ward off the darkness now threatening. Instead, I tap my fingers over the bedside table until I finding the switch for the bedside lamp, bringing forth a light that chases all the
shadows away from the bed, away from her, away from me.
She is sitting with her back to the headboard, the sheet clutched in her hands just below her chin, covering what she had
