AnnaI stood under the warm water of the shower, allowing it to cleanse not only the physical dirt but also the emotional residue from what I had gone through. The water cascaded over my skin, creating a temporary place where I could release my pent-up emotions. I let myself cry, the tears merging with the running water, as if I could wash away the fear and helplessness I had felt. In the solitude of the bathroom, I faced the truth – Davis was on his way to confront Alex. That was the way he looked like, as of he was going to grab Alex by the throat and strangle him to death. I don't think he knew I know that he was in the mafia just yet because of the way he acted y telling me nothing. I wonder if I should tell him I know. My heart ached with gratitude and concern for him. The image of him leaving, his face determined and masked with a stoic expression, lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the worry, but I had to believe he would handle it. He always did. Like this marriag