I had this vague idea that I would stab her through the heart and finish her off, but I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. My heart raced when I thought about her. I remembered the taste of her lips, the touch of her fingers, and the way she would stare at me so intensely. I almost drifted into a daydream, until I heard car horns blaring and returned my attention to the road. The last thing I needed right now was a car accident because I wasn’t thinking straight. Nope. Now I had to switch back into ‘Mummy’ mode and go and take care of my children. I was doing this for them, after all.
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