Broken Promises: Letters From An Ex-Wife
Jonathan knocked on Liza’s door, on receiving no answer he cracked the door open only to find her sleeping. He entered the room, closing the door gently behind him, and sat beside her. Liza’s hair was splayed over the pillow and her eyes were fluttering behind her closed eyelids, a small smile graced her lips and he wondered what she was dreaming about,’ certainly not about you’ his inner self poke. Suddenly her smile disappeared and her breathing became labored and within seconds she began screaming and thrashing. Jonathan shook her “Liza, it's fine. It’s alright baby. It is just a nightmare. You are alright Liza. I am here, I am always with you baby.” He soothed her. After a few minutes of