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"This place is gorgeous! How did Asher find a house like that in the middle of Manhattan?" my mom gawked at the cherry tree blooming in the garden of the brownstone.
It was a sunny afternoon, and I was showing her the new house for the first time. After the hospital incident, Boyd insisted I take at least a week off work. I didn’t argue. I was mentally and physically drained.
First came the dreadful conversation with Boyd’s mother. Then Asher found out about the pregnancy. And the cherry on top? Linda in full psycho mode, lunging at my throat.
I was still rattled. Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I saw her face twisted with rage, inches from mine. I could still feel her fingers digging into my throat, the panic rising, the air thinning. Sleep had been elusive ever since.
Asher
