The nightmares just weren’t stopping. No matter how much he tried to justify what he’d done, inside his skull was a voice screaming obscenities. Most nights he’d wake up feeling someone was crushing his chest with size 10 Doc Martens. But there he would be, in bed, his wife next to him. She’d tried her best to comfort Vince. But would she still do so if she knew he was the one? That the man she thought was the sweetest person around, was actually the one who had taken that fateful decision.
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