Stumbling down the driveway, Teddy could barely see for the tears that stung her eyes. What was worse, the cut on her cheek echoed with the ghosts of the blows that Henry had rained down upon her. She didn’t want to think it; she didn’t want to believe it — for how could the husband she thought would protect her be the one breaking her down.
It took her three tries to get the keys in the ignition — a try for each other the things she had lost: Henry’s love, her trust in him, and her family. How could she stand to have Delia living under the same roof as that man, where she couldn’t even breathe for the fear?
She had to go. She couldn’t stay in this place any longer, not when she wasn’t safe. But where would she go? All she knew was that she needed to find a friend.
“You’re sure?” he checked her face gently and made sure there wasn’t anything there. He gave Teddy a warm smile and...