After my husband ʜɪᴛ me, I went to bed without saying a word. The next morning, he woke up to the smell of pancakes and saw the table filled with delicious food. He said, “Good, you finally understand.” But when he saw the person sitting at the table, his expression changed instantly…
Patrick glanced at her. “If you want to talk, I am here.”
“I will,” she replied gently. “Just not yet.”
He nodded. “Take your time.”
As they merged onto the highway, a thin smile touched Tessa’s lips. It was not joy yet. It was something quieter. Something steadier. The first small breath of freedom.