When Love Died

Summary

At two in the morning, during a raid, I personally arrested my wife, Carolyn Hewitt, in a rundown motel room.

Her neck was covered in hickeys. In handcuffs, she sat beside the bed, trying to comfort her younger brother, who had curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing.

"Alex failed his exam and has been feeling terrible. So, I brought him here to relax. Don't get the wrong idea."

In the past, I would have already been shouting at her. However, at that moment, I did not even have the strength to expose her lies.

I had heard them too many times.