Anthony's POV:
I was just pacing back and forth in the hotel room, holding a small bag of ice to my busted lip and a lit cigarette in my other. I was unsure if I should go after her or if I should leave her be. I feel that I should just let her have her space and when she is ready she will come back. At least I hope she will come back. If this is enough for her to be done with me then I'm not going to chase her and try to convince her to stay with me. I want her to be with me because she wants to be not because I got on my knees and begged even though doing just that seems like a pretty good idea even though I think it will just earn me another slap in the face.
Regardless if she screamed in that storage shed that she hated that bastard, he was still her husband. She still spent ye
