Jocelyn
I waited until around midnight for Danny to get back from throwing his little fit. And even then, he still wasn't back. I laid down, feeling confused and kind of scared. We had been having a good little conversation and I asked a simple question and he went all Hulk on me.
Like, what did it matter anymore? It was his last. It wasn't like he was actively killing people still. Right?
I watched the motel door and waited for hours for Danny to come home. When morning came, I had cried myself dry. He walked into the front door, rays of sunshine creeping in behind him. I sat up and glared at him as he kicked his boots off and took off the sweater he had been wearing.
He avoided my eyes as he trudged past me towards the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower starting and I could s
