You slip out of bed, out of your husband's iron grip. You needed space, this isn't right, you can't get attached. This is all a business transaction, not your happily ever after. You heard him on the phone this morning. "She's just a step in your plan and she knows it." he explained like you meant nothing to him. You tiptoe around the house, gathering your belongings, hoping he wouldn't wake up. Seat gathered in your forehead as you zip your suitcase. But then you feel him behind you. His presence dominates the space. You feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. "What do you think your doing?" his voice rumbles deeply.