Chapter 239

• I lie in bed as I hear him fuss around in the kitchen and make toast and tea, seemingly unaffected.
• I am so tired I feel like I actually had the fight tonight, this man and this life with him is messing with my head and is utterly exhausting.
• The sound of pills getting popped from their packets greets me when I hop out of the shower in the morning and I walk into the kitchen to investigate. I slept like a baby and don’t even remember Joshua coming to bed last night. My eyes cover his body and I gasp in shock. Joshua’s face is a mess, he has a fat lip, a black eye, his ribs are bruised, his hand is the size of a watermelon and he’s taking painkillers. I can’t even be sympathetic, this is beyond ridiculous.