I want her to stay, and so she has to believe she’s safe, and worse, she has to be happy. My nails bite into my palm. I had her exactly where I wanted her, smiling, teasing, willing. I was the center of her world. And then that damn video. Why didn’t I ignore it? Even if she was fucking around, why did I care? If I didn’t like it, I could’ve put Ray on her, found the guy, slit his throat. An easy solution and an effective deterrent.
