Thursday crept up on me. The week was slow, but not agonizing, like a thoughtful unwinding. It had a quietness to it that I was used to, and maybe that is the reason why I noticed each minute motion. Cam started humming again. I didn't flinch when the phone rang, I had recieved threats from Dominic's legal team but even they knew they were fighting a lost battle.
My chest no longer tightened on every door knock and today when I heard it, I knew it was Stanley.
I cleaned all afternoon even though the house was already clean enough. Cleaned the counters twice, moved around a vase that never did anything for me, put in fresh bathroom hand towels. It wasn't making an impression on him, I told myself. It was about control, routine, predictability. But deep down, I knew that I was lying deep
