Where is he?

Chapter 8 - Where Is He?

My head hurts as I process what he said to me. I've hidden all my scars well; no one could see them, except the ones on my face. But they could have come from elsewhere, and no one has ever suspected they're from the long-lost abuse I endured in my marriage.

Maybe it was the oath he made to me that caused this, or perhaps his hallucinations are more severe than I thought. He did vow to protect me until his last breath, so maybe that's why he's acting this way. Or am I just losing my mind and overthinking this, as I often do with my stupid trait? I huffed in annoyance as I opened the door and placed the foul chamber pot in a corner near the entrance of the room. I was afraid to venture into the passageway, just in case whoever or whatever was after him caught up to him. I certainly didn't want to become the sacrificial goat.Back in the room, he had already shifted away from the mattress, with half of his body on the ground, and only his leg lazily resting on th