Seven-Year Trap Of My Bones

Synopsis

My husband, Julian Cole, was the kind of man who always put me first. Every Friday night, he'd give me a chiropractic, claiming to condition my pelvis. Afterward, my back would feel better, and I'd feel so much lighter. I always thought I'd married my mister right. This routine had been going on for seven years, and I never once doubted it. Things changed at a class reunion when my best friend, Maren Hayes, who was the deputy director of orthopedics, asked how I'd been feeling lately. I smiled and told her about how Julian took care of me. But as soon as I finished, she froze, her fork dropping to the floor with a sharp clatter. She gripped my hand tightly, dragged me into the bathroom, and said something to me in a trembling voice. My legs went weak on the spot, and I had to hold on to the wall to keep from collapsing.