Rhiannon’s POV~He moved toward me with that slow gait he always used when he was trying to calm a horse. His face was a mask of a long term practiced concern. The furrow in his brow, the slight parting of his lips, I knew it was all acting. If I hadn’t seen him with his pants down three hours ago, I would have melted. I would have run into his arms and cried about my day.But I saw it. I saw it all."Baby," he said, his voice low and soothing, vibrating in the quiet house. "You’re clearly having another episode."The word episode snapped something inside me. He was labeling me crazy again."Don't touch me!"A scream tore out of my throat. It hurt my vocal cords. I lunged forward, not to hug him, but to shove him away. But I was so weak.My arms felt like lead. I pushed with everything I had, but he didn't even stumble. I realized I wasn't strong anymore. The sickness had eaten me alive.My hands started to shake. Violent, uncontrollable tremors started in my fingers and traveled
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