She thought she hated him. Hated his coldness, hated the words, “You’re too fat. I’m tired of you.”
Two years later, a severed hand was delivered to her. On its ring finger was the matching ring they had shared.
Only then did she learn that he had been protecting her from the darkness, risking his life all along.
Every cruel word he had said was a lie. Only the “Wait for me” he never got to say was true.
