CHAPTER 17
STUPID. STUPID TO GO into hysterics over something so minor. This time, Katrina didn’t even need her husband to tell her she was overreacting.
Locked in the bathroom, ignoring Greg’s questions on the other side of the door, she let the hot water from the shower scald her skin. Who cared if it wasted the parsonage’s precious energy? With as little money as they paid her husband to begin with, the church would have no right to complain if they doubled their utility spending.
“Mouse, I just want to talk to you.”
I’m not your mouse. She kept the thought to herself, knowing that she couldn’t make her voice carry over the roar of the water and pounding of her husband’s fists anyway. That’s what she hated most about herself, how soft-spoken she remained even when she was full of ra
