Content Warning: Domestic Violence. Horror.
Maddie flowed down the hallway towards the bedroom. She had been up for hours enjoying the quiet of her Saturday and the comfort of her baggy pajamas. A room temperature, half-drank mug of coffee journeyed with her. She stopped and leaned on the bedroom door frame.
“Nick? Sweetie? It’s almost eleven. How are you?” She looked up from her coffee. He was lying in the bed, his head propped up on the pillows, no covers, no sheets. His eyes were open staring at her. And his legs, his legs were bent the wrong way with the knees inverted.
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