“You told me we are going to a safe house, what the hell is this place called?” I questioned, I have been asking since and no reply.
Donald sat quietly beside me, staring at his phone. The driver drove very fast, his eyes focused on the road.
After a quiet moment he responded, “Calm down I can't hurt you. I'm I not your husband? When we arrived, you are going to see the place when we get there.” He said, and continue with what he was doing.
I folded my hands, my face squeezed, “This is not my babe, you are so different today. I don't know you anymore.”
He kept staring at me, smiled a little. “I told you earlier, you are going to a safe place.” he answered, rubbing my back calmly.
“Is a place I built a year ago, I go there once in a while to cool off my head. I built it for a situati
