“Pack your things and go, you have an hour!” my husband said at 2 a.m. He didn’t know that in the morning I would have to pick up not only my things but everything else as well.
“Pack your things and get out. You have an hour!” Igor hissed, almost knocking over the lamp in the hallway. He didn’t yet know that I would actually be gone by dawn. Only I wouldn’t be taking a suitcase of clothes with me. I would be taking the life he mistakenly believed was his own….