Tolu stared at the wall, her eyes dead and soulless. She saw nothing and heard nothing.
The world had blurred into nothing for her, and even when a prison guard banged on her door as he walked past her solitary cell, even when food was slid past the small grate in her door, Tolu saw nothing.
Heard nothing.
She was still living in her head.
To Tolu, her world hadn't ended. She wasn't in a police cell, charged for killing her husband and almost killing his ex wife.
No. She was back in the house she used to live with Mike, and they were happy. Fulfilled. In the version she created in her head, Mike had never married Lara at all.
He had married her right from the start instead, and there had been no mutual enemy that they had to destroy.
All they had was each other and their children, little babies running around and giggling at each other.
