I feel her hand lift to my head, her fingers running through my black hair soothingly. I close my eyes on instinct, enjoying this moment, savoring it. “What did Asher do, baby?” she asks softly. My eyes spring open, but all I see is her beautiful blonde hair. The words are stuck in my throat, my own demons keeping them locked in a chokehold as I grapple with how to respond. I don’t want to respond. I don’t want to talk about it, but I know she won’t accept that. Truthfully, she deserves to hear it. Deserves to know what a monster her ‘husband’ is. “Asher killed Nathaniel.”
