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Aaron sat up holding his head. He was more tired than when he'd gone to bed. The week had been interminable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Chloe looked for a nearby divorce attorney, with good reviews. Alexander had left a few minutes earlier, for a morning golf date. She despised the game, thinking, it's a beautiful walk ruined by a little white ball. She put her device down and ran a hot bath.

A half hour later, she returned to find him sitting on the bed, holding her phone. "Do you want to explain this, wife?" His words were cutting and accusatory.

"No, I don't." She began throwing on clothes, completely panicked.

He opened her browser to the attorney's webpage, and spat, "Even you can't be stupid enough to throw away ten years of marriage for a fling."

Chloe saw blood in his eyes and a cold chill ran down her spine.

"You can talk to my attorney about it."

Alexander stood and grabbed a fistful of her hair, issuing, "You are still my wife and you will obey me. You're never to see him again!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll drag you through the court system until you're bankrupt."

He bent her arm behind her back and dragged her to the bed, looking for something to bind her wrists with.

She found an opening as he took another step, and she kneed him in the slats, grabbed her phone, and bolted. She locked herself in the car, and gunned it out of the driveway.

Alexander ran from the house, chasing her, but she was too fast for him. She didn't know where to go, so she ran to the sand dunes where Aaron had taken her. With the car effectively hidden, she succumbed to her terror, shaking violently and weeping.

She wanted to call Aaron, but decided, this is my mess to clean up. Aaron doesn't deserve this. I'll handle it.

She cried for a long time, trying to calm down and stop shaking. Finally, she walked the water's edge, and wandered the shoreline, letting the breeze slap her in the face, and then sat hugging her knees.

Aaron got out of bed and made scrambled eggs, but sat at the table unable to eat. Finally, he shook his head, dressed, and drove to the beach, thinking, I just need to clear my head.

He pulled behind the dunes, saw Chloe's car, and his heart dropped to his feet. He slammed the door and scanned the immediate vicinity. Nothing. She wasn't there.

He walked further down the shoreline, and spied her, a tiny dot on the horizon, maybe a half mile away, he estimated. She was curled up hugging her knees and he picked up the pace. Approaching her, he could see she was crying, and he broke into a dead run. "Chloe, what's wrong? What happened?"

He caught her up in his arms, caressing her hair, and waited. Chloe couldn't speak. Tears streaked her face, and Aaron did his best to calm down, knowing instinctively that she needed his strength and reassurance.

"It's my fault," she whispered. "I thought he was gone. I walked away from my phone. I saw him leave!"

"Wait," he said, "Let's go sit in the truck. Then you can tell me."

He walked her back, and deposited her on the bench seat, then sat beside

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