Aimee's POV
I was standing in my husband's room.
The room was dimly lit. It was black with dark brown hardwood floors. His window showed the beautiful city outside. It was raining again. the sky was gray and droplets of water were trickling down his window.
I have a very unsettling feeling brewing in my stomach. His hand has still a very tight grip on my hand. This time my skin wasn't brittle enough to draw blood. I smelt like sweat and blood. I couldn't care less though.
He pulls me into his closet which is filled with suits and some causal clothes. He pulls out a big suitcase from the top shelf and put it down on the table in front of us. "Have at it mouse. Quickly though I don't have all night."
I didn't understand what he meant by that so I just stared at the empty suitcase hopi
