She got up, moving away from him to dress. She yanked on her clothing without care and then glanced down in disgust at the formfitting dress.
“I’m ready to go,” she said.
“Karla, are you sure I don’t need to take you to the hospital?” Ken asked uneasily. “How badly did he hurt you?”
Her gaze found his and she stared unflinchingly at him. “Not nearly as much as you have.”
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THE ride home was silent and tense. Karla leaned against the passenger door, her forehead pressed to the glass as she stared sightlessly at the passing streetlights. She was strangely numb. She felt empty and desolate but couldn’t summon any emotion. No anger, no sorrow. Just … nothing.
Her marriage was over. As far as she was concerned, Ken had crossed a line he could never erase. While such knowledge would
