Sick smile

Just then, I heard a familiar voice.

‘Mum?’ I heard him say.

It was Wade! As my son dialled 999 and frantically tried to untie me, I passed out.

It was only when I woke up a few hours later in Hope Hospital that I learned what had happened from police.

After beating me unconscious, David had left me in a bloodied mess at the bottom of the stairs.

He then