Because that was the sentence that almost cost me everything.
My husband said it to me a hundred times, so gently, so reasonably, while he drugged me and built a case to erase me.
You’re just out of shape, that’s all.
I was never out of shape.
I was being slowly stolen, one lost night at a time, by people who were certain I was too trusting to ever notice.
Marcus was right about one thing, there at the start, murmuring it over an unconscious woman he thought would never hear it.
I did trust them far too much.
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I will never make that particular mistake again — and now I spend my time making sure other women don’t either.
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