Liz’s POV.

If the pillow could talk it would have begged for help. I had been crying nonstop for the longest time now.

I felt hopelessly alone. There was nobody for me to express how I felt. My parents and Sarah had no idea I was here at the hospital. I needed to pour out the pain I felt.

My father most especially did not know his daughter got hurt by the man he boasted of being a good husband. He must have thought I was having a happy married life and I could not even complain because I did not want to be the reason behind the business he...