Abby’s POV
I stand by the window of the hospital bedroom, watching as Cal has his final stitches sown into his eyebrow.
He looks straight at me through the glass and I stare him down in contempt. Am I happy that he is hurt? No. But am I still completely furious with him? Yes.
We were married and in love once upon a time, but I can’t keep letting that be an excuse for his wildly inappropriate behaviour. The more I think about the past three years, the more I’ve come to realise that, without even being together anymore, Cal has still managed to maintain some form of control over me and my life. It’s like he’s been holding me in some kind of glass box. I haven’t realised it, but the truth is that he’s been watching me all along. Judging my every move and sticking his nose in where it do
