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Chapter Thirty-Six

just two lost and wounded souls. Kids, really. Why has it come
to this?
I sink deep into the mattress and even deeper into a quagmire
of heartache and regret. This is the familiar wasteland I know so
well. My body begrudgingly grants itself permission to leave the
woes of the last few days behind. I fall asleep.
The sun creeps in through the blinds, announcing
midmorning. We actually slept the entire night and part of the
day. But now, like a young eagle whose mother gently leads her
to the edge of the nest, I know without a doubt the time has
come. I have been firmly nudged out of this place. It is time to
take flight, all on my own. I now understand that even if I come
close to crashing to the ground, there is something much greater
than I, ready to catch my fall. I feel my spirit resonate. It is a
deep knowing from inside and one I have experienced before.
Sitting up in bed, words somehow begin filling my mouth. I
don’t even have time to feel nervous or scared. I cannot contain
them. They just come tumbling out, a cascading torrent of truth.
“Hudson, it’s over. This time it’s REALLY over. I have made
up my mind. I want you out of my life!”
Finally!
For one deafening moment there is nothing but stillness.
Alas, that peace is short lived. Hudson throws off the
blankets violently and jumps out of bed. Enraged, grabbing our
wedding portrait from the wall, he flings it across the room,
sending shattered glass flying. He is a man possessed. Huge
flames flare out of his head and spiky horns grow above his ears.
He stares me down with beady eyes. This creature is pure evil
and I feel like I have finally made acquaintance with the devil
himself.
“I feel like killing you.” His voice is blood-curdling. “I should
kill you!”

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