This isn’t what I wanted for him.
He deserves better. A mother that doesn’t fuck everything up. Not that walking into the hotel yesterday was my fault, but opening that zipped bag sure as hell was my doing.
If I could do it all over again, I’d change the course of events. I’d forego the hotel, massage, spa day, and just stayed at home.
But I can’t change what happened.
I’m stuck here, married to a man who doesn’t love me. He doesn’t even know that boy in the backseat ishisson.
I can’t tell him. If I do, he’ll never let me leave.
Right now, there’s still a chance—a glimmer of hope that he’ll let us escape.