Rose’s heart felt like it was punched right out of her chest by his words.
The painful night seven years ago seemed to return to her again, the scene that ruined her marriage, that was the last straw played in her head.
The words were similar to what he said seven years ago, and just like before, the words cut deep into her like a knife thrust between her ribcage and then turned before being yanked out to maximize her pain.
Her face was white, but suddenly there was a weight on top of her. She was thinking about the past so she missed him shifting to rest his body on hers.
"Joseph, get off me. You are not a child of three years so don’t rest on me."
She said then flinched as she waited for him to lash out, he always did.
"A child of three?"
Joseph's deep voice rang in her ear, and
