Revenge…
She moved automatically, instinctively through her day, unaware of the world swirling around her. The unrelenting ache deep down in her heart and soul made everything she did infinitely harder. Her children would sometimes stop their play and simply stare at her, bewildered, wondering where their old loving mom had gone. She hardly paid any attention to them since, well, since IT had happened. Then they would slowly turn and quietly go back to what they were doing, making sure she didn't know they had been watching. Because if they asked her about IT or if she thought they were questioning her in any way, the darkness and anger would creep into her eyes and, afraid of her response, they would draw back from her and quickly run outside.
Her husband didn't ask her anymore what was wrong. He could sense it, he could see it and he could almost taste it. But he no longer asked. The cost was far too steep. So he took care of the children, he went to work and he tried his best to watch over the woman who used to be his wife. Now, he didn't know what she was. But whatever she was, she was no longer the kind, sweet woman he married.
When she went to work, she put on a mask, a smile and a caring countenance designed to fool everyone around her, and determinedly pushed her way through her shift. Then, she could once more come home and lose herself in her regret, remorse and everlasting sorrow. All the while, she thought of him. CR Shanks, the private investigator who had caused the life-changing tragedy in her life.
Every waking moment she raged silently at the man. She wept hot, angry tears and schemed how she could get even. How she could get her well deserved revenge. For there was no question in her mind, she would get retribution. For him. For the one she had lost. And if she was brutally honest with herself, for her as well. For what she had lost. She would get her revenge.
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