elbow. He walked in carrying a small, sad-looking bouquet of carnations from the hospital gift shop. He placed them

g it out. "Sarah felt b

ace. "Sarah felt bad? Or you felt bad tha

It was a misunderstanding. Sarah was just t

e floor of a cafe with a broken bone to take care of her scratch, Liam. You lied to me about where you were on o

is perfect hair. "Look, Sarah is... fragile. She's been through

ugly in the sterile room. "The only fragile thing in t

supposed to cry and forgive him. Where I was supposed to accept his pathetic e

. It's not the end of the world. It'll heal. But Sarah was emotionally distres

care. I want to talk about me. I want to talk about us. Or is this all our marri

" he exploded, his face turning

d ever see me." My eyes drifted to the cast on my arm. My right arm. My sculpting arm. "You know, all

was something far worse. It was contempt. He sneered, a twist

. Your dream was to marry me. And you got it. You should be grateful. All that art st

he person I was before I met him. The person I had killed to be with him. The entire foundation of my life for t

It washed away, leaving behind a vast, empty calm. It was the calm of utter devastation. The calm after the hu

reted it completely. He saw submission, the fa

upset. You're hormonal. Let's just go home. You can rest, and we'll forg

my face. I flinched aw

ouch me,

ring in the air. He loo

ean

urning my face to the wind

I was a constant. A fixed point of adoration that would always be there, no matter h

. "Have it your way. Sulk in here by yourself

white cast, a stark symbol of his neglect. Back to normal. He thought we could go back to normal. But he ha