Chapter OneThe rain outside was falling hard against the tall windows of our bedroom, but inside, the sound that terrified me most was the sharp click of metal. I sat at the edge of the king-sized bed, my fingers tightly clutching the fabric of my long, thick sweatpants. Across the room, my husband, Julian, was holding a screwdriver. He had just finished reattaching the sharp steel handles to the bedside drawers."Julian, please," I whispered. My voice was raspy, trembling slightly despite my best efforts to hold it steady. "You removed those handles three years ago so I wouldn't cut myself when I had panic attacks. Why are you putting them back now?"Julian didn't look at me right away. He calmly tightened the last screw, wiped his hands on a clean white towel, and finally turned around. He looked as handsome and composed as always, dressed in a sharp navy suit. But his eyes, which used to look at me with warm worry, were cool and detached."Chloe explained it to me last night, Elea
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