Six(99)

For the first time since he pointed his gun at me, I felt like I had a future. Funny how things changed. Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I could still see the barrel of his gun. It was a sight I’d never forget.

I’d never forget any of it, but I did forgive him. Because loving him was so much better than hating him.

My devil.

My captor.

My husband.

My Six.



The End