Chapter 125

• Alexis stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes in silence, her mind twirling. She squeezed her lips tight, feeling the weight of the air in the house move. Matthew had been acting bizarre lately, more controlling, more possessive. Each time she tried to talk up, it was as if her words broke down into a mist of defences from him.
• "Don't you believe me, Alexis?" he'd say, tilting his head with a condescending smile that left her second-guessing herself. But now, she could not overlook it.
• It started with little things: “Wear this, not that.”