Longing Flows Backward

Summary

Ten years ago, I walked in on my husband with my adopted sister. Unable to process the scene, I slapped them both, hard, and then smashed everything in the room.

Faced with my fury, my husband offered no explanation. He just watched me break, his expression unnervingly calm.

That same night, he had men bind me and throw me in prison.

Before they took me away, he cooked a large meal for me, his voice a gentle poison.

“Brenda, you frightened Chloe yesterday. Go cool off for a few days. I’ll calm her down, and then I’ll come get you.”

But “a few days” turned into ten years.