jaylar
One evening, Wendy saw a snippet on the news about a particular senior police officer who was focused on domestic violence.
As she heard Oliver’s key in the door, she changed the channel, and kept her face blank. He barked something and she sweetly answered, then went to check the baby.
She got through the night without abuse, and when Oliver went to work the next day, she phoned the police station and made an appointment to see that officer.
Maybe it was the tone of her voice why the Officer would see her within the hour.
At the meeting, Wendy explained her domestic situation.
Wendy had never spoken about her life, not with anyone, but this police woman somehow pulled the words from the hidden parts of her soul.
