"You said you'd never leave, yet the going gets tough and you're out the door."
"When did I say I'd never leave?"
"In your sleep. It was the most comforting thing I'd heard in so long, Anastacia. It made me relax."
My heart constricts and I reach for my wine.
"You said you loved me," he whispers. "Is that now in the past tense?" His voice is low, laced with anxiety.
"No, Christian, it's not."
"No, Christian, it's not."
(fifty shades darker)
