Each choice I made, each breath I took, led to disaster. I no longer believed in the future. I wasn’t even sure I believed in love anymore—at least, not the redemptive kind. All I did know was that I felt like a shattered piece of china glued back together one too many times. I had no idea who or what to trust, who to blame, or who to forgive. But the terrified child inside of me refused to be silenced. She would not leave me be.
The truth could no longer be avoided. I was damaged beyond repair. This time there would be no gluing me back together again.
Lying in bed with Rick that night, both of us wide awake, I touched his stubbly, handsome, complicated face. “Who are you?” I whispered to him. “Who are you really?”
“Your husband.”
“Then who am I?”
“My wife. The queen of my world,” Rick said softly.
“Why has everything gone so wrong?”
“Because sometimes everything has to go wrong before we can make it right.”
Yes. Exactly.
*From my novel, The Abduction Myth, available to download here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KI6XNJU
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