She Died as His Wife, Returned as His Nightmare
He leaned forward, immediately taking my hand carefully, and he said softly, "Everything would be fine, dont just worry, i know to be strong, and God preserved your life for a reason ok"
Hearing him try to be brave for me only made me cry harder because I felt like a child again like the little girl who scraped her knee and ran home, believing her father could fix everything.
“But why is it always me,” I choked out between tears, “why is it that everyone I know keeps betraying me.”
He tightened his grip on my hand, and I could see the anger flash in his eyes, but he did not interrupt me.
“Betty,” I continued, and saying her name felt like swallowing broken glass, “I thought she was my friend
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