Demolition Before the Bloom

voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. She shifted her weight, the movement sending a fresh spike of agony up her swollen ankles. “David, please. I’m dizzy. It’s too hot in here.”

“It’s sixty-eight degrees,” he replied, his voice a flat, venomous hiss. “You’re fine. Stop acting like a victim.”

She wasn’t acting. Emily was seven months continue reading …