Then he did something that surprised me. He began to undo the knots, one by one. Gently, slowly, carefully. The way that a new husband was supposed to after getting married to show his devotion. I couldn’t help but remember how he’d used a knife to quickly cut through my laces on our wedding night. How scared and out of control I’d felt then. I didn’t feel scared now, but I did feel every bit as out of control. He was being soft and kind and appealing and I didn’t know how to deal with it.
