Chapter 8: Numb to the Pain
Chloe's Point of View
Days turned into weeks in a daze. My arm, which once throbbed with every movement, was now an ache. But the emotional pain I had carried deep inside me was well buried. I had grown numb to it now; harsh words, cold stares, Jonathan's blatant indifference-it all rolled off my back now, just part of the routine. I went to work, did what was expected of me, played the perfect wife whenever the time called for it. The sting was gone, just a dull acceptance.
I plunged into my work, without a second thought, at the office, doing everything mechanically. The only thing that kept me tied was the regular rhythm of work. As long as I kept busy, I didn't have to think, I didn't have to feel.