Hearing my phone ring, I glanced at the screen and saw my husband’s name. I sighed nervously; let this be a pleasant conversation for once, I prayed.
Kipp and I had been struggling for months – years even.
He was frequently critical of me and prone to fits of anger but I’d given him one last chance, hoping he would change his behaviour and there was a way to salvage our ten-year marriage. Instead, the words he said next blew my world to pieces. His voice sounded strained, a tone I hadn’t heard before. ‘I’ve just been interviewed by the police,’ he
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