Chapter Fifty-Two - Diane
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
DIANE
I stand in the kitchen. Keira is by the stove, her arms wrapped around her body. The tea kettle whistles in a thin shriek.
“He’s killing David,” I say, my voice cracking, “isn’t he?”
She nods, her eyes big. “That doesn’t mean he’s bad. I killed your husband, but he deserved it.”
I swallow. “He did deserve it.”
The kettle gets louder until Keira reaches over and turns it off. She pours two cups, and I sink down opposite her at the table. The scent of chamomile and lemon wafts up in curls of steam. My throat is lumpy, and a heavy weight crushes my chest.
“I want them to come home safe,” I whisper.
“They will,” Keira says. “Sovereign promised.”
We’re both quiet, staring down at the table. She reaches out and takes my hand. Outside, the wind picks up, wailing like a banshee swooping over the ranch.
This isn’t how I dreamed my wedding night would be.