Two Minds Unbound

My husband was a psychopath. In the first year of our marriage, he killed my father. I forgave him. The second year, he killed my mother. I forgave him again. By the third year, he took my daughter from me and somehow, I still forgave him.

Now, in the fourth year, he finally pointed a knife at me.

I was overjoyed. Stretching out my arm, I smiled, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"Go on—right here!"