Theo lunged forward and kicked Joel away.
“Get the hell away from Aurora! Don’t you dare touch her with your filthy hands!”
Joel, eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a madman and yanked off the white sheet covering me.
My mutilated body was exposed before him.
From the knees down, my legs were nothing but mangled flesh and shattered bones, the stark white of my broken limbs protruding in a grotesque display.
Joel froze in place, unable to utter a single word.
After a long silence, he numbly reached out, his trembling fingers gently tracing the jagged wounds on my legs.
He had personally “crafted” these wounds..
He stared blankly at my face, then, as if possessed, reached out and pinched my cheek.
The intimate gesture startled me.
In seven years, he had always been cold and distant, rarely showing affection between husband and wife.
I wasn’t naive enough to believe he had ever truly loved me. He was simply too shocked to think straight
