A year ago, someone broke into our home. He stood outside our bedroom, with our children asleep down the corridor, and knocked on the door.
But the worst moment came later, when I found out who had nearly destroyed my family, and why.
Now my husband has booked us a surprise vacation. In a beautiful cabin on the shore we will rest, talk, recover.
But I can’t relax. When I drive to the store, or stroll down the beach, I am always looking over my shoulder, my heart racing.
Because no matter how hard my husband tries to pretend, we both know it’s not over.
And I know he still doesn’t trust me…
|