JEREMIAH My wife was beautiful, so was my little shadow.And like always both of them together made a picture that made my chest feel alive. Watching them was an experience in itself. The only problem with it was that every time I look at them something shifts inside me and I didn’t know how to make sense of it.In the last week, following my wife’s tricks to get close to me, then her being shot and Lachlan freezing me out— between all of that, I had heard the truth in the words my little shadow had hurled at me that night. The only thing was I didn’t know how to accept it to myself, that I might not hate my wife like I had thought. It was clear I couldn’t see her hurt, the thought of her being hurt by someone has already fucked with my mind, but now... how do I fucking come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t hatred that had fuelled my rage or need for revenge, it was the pain and hurt. And self loathing for trusting her.And it was still there, which was the reason I couldn’t
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