e sink, running cold water over my burned arm. The s

surfacing. It was me, saying those exact words to him five years

, screaming that she was the only reason he could create a

ng," he had warned me about her, his voice full

d kept that promise. He

id, turning off the water

ent to our bedroom and closed the door, the click of t

the morning had returned, a bitter reminder of the

unds of the house. I heard Liam pacing in the living room.

his phone. It was the special ringtone he had se

soft and gentle, a tone he h

What's

the other end, her voice a wea

on't cry.

her

st some rich asshole who buys art.

Did he touch you? Tel

ntently. Then, a l

're my muse. You're the on

The words hit

s... Ava. She's good. She takes care of things. She keeps the house clean. You know. But

just the person who

, summarized in a si