Chapter 68 A Question Of Faith

• The warm, bubbling water of the hot tub envelops me, its gentle jets massaging away the physical tension in my muscles. If only it could do the same for the knots in my mind. I lean my back against the edge, closing my eyes as I replay last night’s events for what feels like the hundredth time.
• Efrem’s anger, the way he yelled at me, so raw and intense, still echoes in my ears. He’d never blown up like that before, not since I’ve known him.
• Is this what being a Ringleader’s wife truly means?