Blythe's P.O.V.
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"I want to ask you some questions about your husband."
That one sentence completely ruined every positive feeling inside me. My chest felt tight. My eyes went wide. I felt sick to my stomach. The need to flee was almost unbearable.
I was having such a good day too. I woke up to Psy.cho's hands all over me. I thought I was still dreaming for a minute. Then everything from the night before hit me. I was embarrassed as all hell. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. I thought I had made a complete fool out of myself.
Turns out, all I did was turn Psy.cho into a true fu.cking psychopath. The man coaxed me into doing stuff with them all over again this morning, making me miss breakfast. He freaking stuffed me
