Mia’s POV
*Trigger Warning: Mention of light actions of abuse. *
My fingers fiddled nervously with the couch throw pillow as I sat in the corner of the living room, waiting for Eric to arrive back home after work. It was almost midnight and yet he was not home. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my body tensed with fear as I pictured how furious he would be when I revealed that I had received another threat. Did I wish Aaron had caught the perpetrator and put an end to my misery? Yes, but I know that he did his best, yet the evil criminal had managed to evade our grasp.
Soon, the sound of Eric’s car grew louder outside the mansion and when my husband walked through the door, the tension in the room increased almost instantaneously. Gulping hard, I braced myself for the unavoidable
