Mind Racing
~Jaylene~ My door opens and closes, but I don’t move from my spot. As soon as I left the dining room, I came straight upstairs and flopped on my bed, face down. My mind has been going around and around, trying to figure out how I got into this mess. The bed dips next to me, and a hand rubs circles on my back. “So, uh, what was that about?” I sigh and turn my head to the side. I’ve been breathing in fabric since I came in here and was starting to suffocate. “I don’t know, Amber. We have a contract, clearly outlining expectations for this union. I swear I read through it, but I missed that clause.” “What clause?” “It’s a clause that says that I need to be his wife in any capacity when he needs it. He said he needs a trad wife.” Amber bursts into laughter, but I’m not amused. “Sh.it,
- Yazar
