Thriller/Suspense Fiction Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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Adrian knelt in her rose garden gripping a tiny trowel in both hands high above her head with a strangled samurai cry. She stabbed the tool deep in her husband's throat, expelling a low grunt as the metal bit and buried to the hilt. The soil was as reluctantly yielding as human flesh. The image bright in her brain vibrations from the tool sinking into the earth resonated in her fingers in the bones and tendons calling up a bloody memory that made her shudder and slam a mental door. She focused on her breathing, substituting visions of murder for a calming exercise. Some therapists from her past suggested write down what you cannot change and throw it away. Let it go. She drew in the dirt. I want, I need sweeping her hand across the words. She scattered them into oblivion. Embarrassed even in the privacy of her own thoughts that she didn't know what she wanted or needed. What she did not need was dustin's glib reply to her idea of a vacation, a vacation from what his sneer echoed in her brain and kept her anger boiling. A reminder that her wants and needs are irrelevant. Loosening the trowel. She dropped it to one side and yanked the feathery weed from the bed of mulch. The smell of damp earth layered with the musk of red roses was usually calming, but she could not quiet her thoughts furious with Dustin and impatient with herself for expecting anything else from him. Why be angry at a dog for behaving like a dog? A waste of energy Dustin had left for work hours before she woke up and the crunch of footsteps on decomposed granite did not compel Adrian to turn around. He amused himself by sneaking up on her and she played her part by acting surprised he would apologize for the heated discussion. Nothing so passionate as an argument of the night before. Not quite sure why he was apologizing but feeling it was required and life would go on as it had for years. A hand fell heavy on her shoulder. Adrian turned with a ready false smile expecting bland blue eyes but seeing pale green gold hazel.