Page 96 of Sticky Fingers

“Trust me, I know that,” Malcolm says, and then I hear footsteps echoing in the living room.

When I hear the front door opening, I rush back to bed and pull the sheets over my head.

Christ, I wish I could just close my eyes, sleep, and wait for all this to blow over. But there’s no escaping reality, is there? And I know that despite Malcolm’s words, he can’t fix this for me.

No one can.

Shit! I’m this close to being happy, to have the man I love by my side...and now this fucking painting is hanging over our heads like a damn guillotine.

“Sonia?” Malcolm asks as he walks into the room.

Slowly, I peek over the sheets.

I can’t even help it.

The moment my eyes meet his, the tears start streaming down my face.

I really fucked up, haven’t I?