Statistics say 80% of people know their killers. Katie knew hers, intimately.
She’d ignored the warnings from family and friends. They’d tried to convince her to walk away, but Katie was in love.
Completely captivated, Katie began sleeping late, eventually losing her job. She stopped seeing her judgemental friends.
Katie stared in the mirror at her own reflection, the face of her killer, one she knew well. A twenty year, abusive relationship, she knew this time there was no recovering from her injuries.
Pouring the last of the wine down the drain Katie sighed.
It was too little, too late.
She’d ignored the warnings from family and friends. They’d tried to convince her to walk away, but Katie was in love.
Completely captivated, Katie began sleeping late, eventually losing her job. She stopped seeing her judgemental friends.
Katie stared in the mirror at her own reflection, the face of her killer, one she knew well. A twenty year, abusive relationship, she knew this time there was no recovering from her injuries.
Pouring the last of the wine down the drain Katie sighed.
It was too little, too late.
