My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

door. “Emma? There’s someone here to see you.”

I tensed. “If it’s Michael—”

“It’s not. It’s your friend Sarah.”

Sarah. My best friend from college. The one who’d warned me about Michael’s mother. The one I’d stopped talking to as much after I got married because Eleanor had said she was “a bad influence.”

I’d let Michael and his mother isolate me so gradually continue reading …