As much as it hurt to admit the truth of her failed marriage, admitting the truth for a change instead of perpetuating the myth of an ideal marriage to Joseph felt good—lifting a little of the weight of secrets and lies she’d been carrying for too long.

Nina changed the subject to her new job as a hand for the Double M Ranch. “The owners, the McCalls, hired me, even knowing there were a few jobs I couldn’t do as well as the other hands because of my injuries from the old car wreck. But I’m in the saddle again, and I’m working with great people and...well, I just love it here!”

“That’s so great, Nina. To think how far you’ve come in recent years—” Carrie sighed “—it gives me hope.”

“Never give up hope.” Nina’s tone was kind but firm. “I learned that through all my trials, if nothing else. Good things can come from the most unexpected places and change your life. Like Steve did for me. And the McCalls. Good things are coming for you, too. I know they are.”

Carrie wanted to believe that, but seeing a brighter future as long as her vengeful and violent husband was pursuing her was nearly impossible.

“Oh, Carrie!” Nina said, breaking into Carrie’s gloomy thoughts. “Can’t you come for a few days? I really miss hanging out with you, and it sounds like you need some girl time to cheer you up.”

A wistful pang twisted in her chest. “If only. I could use some girl time right now. But I can’t.”

“May I ask why?” Nina pressed.

Carrie fumbled for one of the convenient lies she told when people asked why she passed up lunch dates or girls’ night. Or why she wore long sleeves in warm weather. Or any of the many excuses to cover the dark truth of her unhappy marriage. The parade of lies was soul crushing. Each one felt like another piece of her that Joseph was stealing from her. Each one another concession to his cruelty. A knot formed in Carrie’s throat, and she had to swallow hard in order to speak again. “I just...can’t. I’m—” Too busy? Not feeling well? Taking an early morning flight?

She shuffled mentally through the deck of excuses, and an elixir of shame, frustration and rage simmered in her belly.

“Carrie? What’s going on? I can hear it in your voice. There’s something more than your divorce troubling you.”

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, and twin tears leaked from her eyes. “Um, yeah. Sorta. But—”

“I’m your friend,” Nina said, her tone gently encouraging. “I want to help. Please tell me.”

She shook her head and wiped her cheeks with a finger. “There’s nothing you can do.”

“Not even listen? Pray for you? Offer a shoulder to cry on?”