This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Dedicated to Stephen and Tammy. Your love of this book made me publish it. You two are wonderful friends, thanks for putting up with me and my crazy ideas.
A SECOND CHANCE
Three years eleven months, twenty days ago.
He was mad again; the smell of whiskey on his breath when he came home was the precursor to the screaming and hollering. She had enough and was leaving; her bags which had been packed in a hurry lay emptied and scattered around the bedroom floor. All her clothes and prized possessions were strewn out around the room. Jason had hurled everything back out of them in a fit as he ranted and raved. The savage strike across her face sent Darla reeling backward.
When she had tried to grab the phone to call for help, he seized her before she could and struck her again across the face. She had fought back for once, she had bit and clawed at him, but it only angered him more.