On the way, there were no words to start. Hence the awkward silence was there in the air. A thousand questions were running on my mind and I was tryin... to find the right ways to ask her to come upstairs.Just when we reached her society gate, she broke the silence and answered all of my questions. She just said, “Don’t use this gate, go from gate no.2, you can park your car there and there would be no problem if it is there overnight”.I didn’t need to hear anything else. We parked the car and. I hate being a good wife. I hate that it’s all I can do, that it’s all I know, that it’s all I can ever be. Every day is another regret. Every night is another fantasy of escape. Each time I leave my house, even if it’s just a visit to the grocery store or coffee shop, I cry at the thought of returning home. Panic takes my body. My heart feels like a bird who beats its wings against its cage. My heavy limbs drag me back, always back. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to drive into. “I felt what you felt when my sister ... I’m sorry you had to go through this.”“What happened?” Dalton asked.I looked at Dalton. “Miles Gantry tried to kill Linda, to make it look like a B&E gone wrong.” Then I looked at Linda with a small smile. “But she fought back.”Dalton looked at Linda with an expression of approval.I looked back at Sammi. “Let’s switch around, so Linda can see all of us?”She nodded and Linda frowned as we moved around, putting her in the middle of the couch. All three of. First, I'm totally addicted to performing. I can't imagine notsinging and sharing my talents with people anymore. Second, performingfor a great crowd, like you guys, always leaves me 'Breathless'."I paused briefly, letting a hush settle across the hall before I startedsinging. After finishing my opening line, Stacy's drums and Jason'sguitar joined in to bring sound to the song The Corrs performed so well.I didn't think I could give it the justice that the family band did, butI did my best. I.