I had been in my room for several hours crying my soul out. My eyes were sore and red and my voice was gone. A knock came on my door and I turned to face it. Who the hell was that?
The knock came again and this time it came on harder. “Leave me alone!!” I yelled.
“Open the door Ma’am. I just want to talk.” He said. I looked at the time. It was already three minutes past five in the evening and I had not had anything all day.
“Go away Marcus.” I said once again. My door was pushed open and I turned around swiftly to see the intruder.
“I told you to…” the word caught in my mouth because the person in front of me was not Marcus, it was my cruel husband, Joseph.
“Get up and get dressed now. We’re going to see Marcus off.” He ordered. He was acting like his old self now. The old self that
