We aren’t born with murderous intentions.
Walter’s a good man. He would do anything for those he loves. He’d never hurt a fly.
That’s what I hate the most. I need someone with a spine, someone not afraid to push back and knock me around.
I clutch the ladder until my knuckles go white. In my mind I can see Walter tumbling head first two stories down.
My muscles tense, ready to rip the ladder from under his feet.
“Honey, I don’t really need you to spot me. Can you get my toolkit?”
I relax, my fingers loosen.
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