CHAPTER 15
The house, our house, was a no-man’s land now, a barren and slowly fading reflection in my mind’s eye, a dying memory of what had once been. My reality had become a post-apocalyptic hell, and though I’d never run from anything in my life, escape was the only option.
I sat on the edge of our bed and slumped forward, thoughts slashing through my mind, razors. How did we get here? How did this happen? Had I seen it coming? Had she? Should I have known? None of it made a goddamn bit of sense. How could I live with and love a woman for so many years and have no idea what she was going through? How had I missed that this person I loved more than anything in the world was in such turmoil? And why hadn’t she come to me? What had I done? What trust had I broken that would make her seek
