Chapter 8

Ezra clearly hadn't expected me to speak to him in that tone,

After all, even though we hadn't been together long,

I had always been gentle and soft-spoken.

Ezra's steps faltered slightly as he approached me,

But he quickly regained his composure,

Striding over to stand beside me, noticing the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Autumn, the fact that I'm here today shows I've realized my mistakes. I hope that, given our history as husband and wife, you'll be willing to have a proper conversation with me. But before we talk, I want to show you something."

As Ezra spoke, he pulled out his phone, fiddled with it for a moment, then placed it in my hand.

I picked up the phone, puzzled,

What I saw on the screen stopped me in my tracks.

It was a photograph,

In it, Vivienne lay in a hospital bed, wearing a patient gown,

Her face as white as paper.

Next to Vivienne was a medical tray,

On it lay a pile of something bloody and stringy.

I hastily threw the phone back at Ezra,