Chapter 19Winter darkness filtered in through the living room windows. Anne sat on the couch, her feet drawn up underneath her, a cup of tea gone cold in her hand. The apartment was silent, so quiet she heard the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the soft tick of the clock near the dining room table. She knew she had to accept there was something horribly wrong with Joe. Something so wrong, in fact, that he might be hurting others a lot more than he was hurting her. A part of her told her she should take him back, maybe he could be rehabilitated. What she considered a more selfish part of herself said no, it wasn’t her purpose in life to rehabilitate him. She had a right to happiness.
She got up and crossed to the windows. Outside, the traffic moved sluggishly along the drive. Fu
