“I’m a very patient man. You may only have here and now Sara, but I can wait an eternity to work through this. I demand everything and expect even more,” he said as he rummaged through the equipment.
The man rifling through the closet was right–he wasn’t her late husband and she wasn’t the same naïve woman she’d been six years ago when she’d met the abusive asshole. She wasn’t the innocent woman who’d taken vows of fidelity a year later that had meant something only to her. And Sara sure as hell wasn’t the submissive who’d lost her voice in the rigors of hell.
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