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I wasn't sure the sun was out by the time I was out of bed. I left behind a sleeping Noah and I wondered how he could sleep so peacefully with all the atrocities he'd been committing. How he could sleep so soundly when he hated women and his mother, the person who birthed him. Or perhaps he was adopted? Maybe that's why he was so nonchalant to his mother's cause and every other thing.

No, I shook my head furiously. I wouldn't do this. The last thing I would do would be to make up excuses for him. I stared at a snoring Noah, his chest rising and falling with equal breaths he let out through his nostrils. Honestly, he looked haughty in his sleep and I was this close to pushing down one of the pillows over his head. There was no way I could overpower him that's for sure, but I could definitely hold him down long enough to knock out some wind from his lungs and windpipe.

An image flashed in my mind and I smiled. I was already painting the picture in my head. Noah breathless after overpowe