the early signs of a panic disorder.
Gagging from the pressure of Charles’ thumbs on my throat, I uttered a guttural order.
“Stop!” It was enough to break through some invisible wall blocking his consciousness.
He heard Jenny’s cries and saw the terror in my eyes and backed away, covering his face
with trembling hands.
“You’re sick, Charles,” I said in a voice that sounded amazingly calm under the
circumstances. “You must see a doctor. You’re a danger to yourself and to all of us. Go
now, so I can comfort Jenny.”
I started divorce proceedings that week.
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