A year ago, someone broke into our home. He stood outside our bedroom, with our children asleep down the corridor, and knocked on the door.|
But the worst moment came later, when I found out who had nearly destroyed my family, and why.
Now my husband has booked us a surprise vacation. In a beautiful cabin on the shore we will rest, talk, recover.
But I can’t relax. When I drive to the store, or stroll down the beach, I am always looking over my shoulder, my heart racing.
Because no matter how hard my husband tries to pretend, we both know it’s not over.
And I know he still doesn’t trust me…