Mara's Pov

I opened my eyes and the room was wrong. Its arrangement was the same way it was when Philip was alive. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my back turned to the door.

I heard the familiar click of the front lock. Then the sound of a heavy leather briefcase being set on the bed. Philip was home. He was inside.

I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek. I didn't know why I was crying. I tried to reach up and wipe it away, but my arm felt weak. I wasn't in control. I was a passenger in my own body, watching a...