Chapter 10 CHAPTER 10 I'm Not Your Dog

I'd spent an entire week waiting for the blow.

And it never came.

Believe me, that's worse.

A blow, at least, you can see coming.

With Tobías, I could read the storm hours in advance: the tight jaw, the drink poured too early, the way he breathed before he swung.

This man gave me nothing to read....

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