He wanted to throw a fist through the wall when she answered.
It was her mother.
The vision hit him hard when she spoke, her mother’s words felt like she, herself, had burned a hole inside of him for the woman to inhabit within his own skin too. Her tone was just as vile as she must be to say such a thing to her daughter. It was fine though. Malorie’s mother could live there until he figured out how he was going to erase that whole family from his girlfriend’s memory.
“Please don’t do anything about it,” Malorie asked of him while he walked her to their bed.
He wanted to help her but could only watch as she limped around to her side and crawled onto it, still wrapped in her towel. William’s fists balled tightly at his sides before bringing one of them up to his lips, just under his
