Sondra narrowed her eyes. “Memories?”
“Flashbacks.”
“I’m not surprised…”
“Well, I am. Because it’s causing problems.”
“Look—”
“No,” William said. “You look— it all started with these letters. It’s almost like this person knows me. Knows my triggers—”
Sondra crossed her arms, walked over to where he sat, and backhanded him so hard the sound of his teeth hitting one another reverberated inside his ears. “You need to talk to your wife.”
He exhaled slowly and rubbed at his jaw.
She cracked her knuckles once and then again, and he flinched a little, knowing what was to come. This time he had just wanted to talk. Mostly. She handed him a mouth guard and ordered him onto his knees. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“I want to discuss the letters. I think you can help…”
She shook her he
