Or at least they were sliced open, up, whatever, against each wall. The man that had broken my heart, called me a monster was about to get soaked in my bathtub for God knew how long. There was noone on the back porch. He looked up as if he saw me, or felt something, then I was back at the bathroom door.
How? I shrugged. I walked away from him, from both of them, but that also took me away from the lights, closer to the waiting pools of darkness. I prayed, Dear God, don't let anyone get hurt. Asher crawled onto the bed completely, though every movement was slow, reluctant.
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