Status Updates From Sleeping with the Enemy

'She stared up the way a body might stare, rotting on a beach.' 💀

'The tide was going out. Sand Hook made calm water, cutting the force of currents that would pull a corpse out to sea and never give it back, not even as a heap of flesh rotting in seaweed on some beach. The water would be as cold as a pistol against her head: I'll kill you if you ever leave me again.'