My Husband Left Me for Dead to Collect the Insurance — the One Person I’d Wronged Was the One Who Came For Me
The vault’s lights ran on motion sensors, and I learned this in the worst possible way: every time I went still, the room dropped into total blackness, and every time I moved, it flickered back.
The message of that was simple and horrible.
If I stopped moving, the dark came.
And in that cold, if I stopped moving long enough to sit, I would grow warm and drowsy in the way that the freezing do, and I would sleep, and my children and I would never wake.
So I did not sit down.
That was the whole of my strategy, and I clung to it like a rope over a cliff: I would not sit down.
I walked.
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