Sara Michaels
His arms came around me in strong and warm, way pulling me in so tight I could feel his heartbeat slamming against mine through his shirt.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and let the sobs come deeply broken that shook me from the inside out, the kind I hadn’t let out in front of anyone since the first time Tom hit me.
I cried for the anger that wouldn’t leave me alone.
For the way it burned in my chest every time I remembered his face like hurting me was the only thing that still gave him pleasure.
I cried until my throat was raw and my eyes stung and my body felt empty.
Kingsley never let go.
He rocked me gently from side to side, one hand stroking my back in slow, steady circles, the other still cradling my head like I was something precious he was afraid t
