At dawn, the maid arrived. I fell at her feet, sobbing, but she pulled me up with a firm hand.
“You must hear the truth if you want to survive,” she said.
Worse, my husband was violent, addicted, and dangerous. Two years earlier, another young bride had died under “suspicious” circumstances in that very house. Money had buried the scandal. If I had stayed that night, I might not have lived to see the morning.
A Plan for Survival
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