𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
Anthony was silent. Too silent.
I turned slightly. "It's Zoloft, Anthony. He's here."
"I know."
More tears.
"I know he's here. But you listen well, and you listen good." He took another step closer. "I am not letting you go. I'm not letting the fucker come near you, do you understand?"
With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and reached for my necklace. Anthony was a strong, stubborn man. There was no way he would let me go. He would stop me, no matter the cost. It was something I couldn't risk.
"You do what you want. You do what feels right. Do not doubt your instinct. That's what you said. Those were your words."
"Fuck what I said. Right now, you listen to me."
I shook my head. "No. Right now I'm doing what feels right."
"No!" he shouted. "Stop this. Don't you dare fucking do this."