***Warning: s****l Violence within this chapter***
Santa Barbara, California
2010
“Kenny?”
Maya sat up in bed, turning on her bedside light to get a better view. Kenny entered, his body partially leaning against the doorframe. Examining closely, she noticed he entered in an inebriated state, taking steps as though he were balancing on a tightrope. Hesitantly, she pushed the covers off, stepping out of bed. The fear of him seemed to pour inside her from her head, shivering down her spine.
“Kenny, are you alright?” she asked, a heaviness in her chest cautioning her to be wary. Her fingers caressed her neck, remembering how he choked her during their mission. So tight she could barely breathe. From all the years they’d known one another, that she’d stayed by his side, she’d never witness
