Journal excerpt (Vin & Anne)

Each time he imagines her with… the blade delves deeper and twists ever so slowly. Sleepless nights are never ending, tossing and turning in an empty bed, longing for her presence. Twenty-two hundred and her pent up resentment at week’s end is threatening. Her married lovers prepare themselves as her thighs part urgently. Vin can hear her choked throes miles away. Her spread is her offering of peace.