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Dedication
I dedicate this book to all women. May you always have the strength to stand up to any man who tries to silence you.
Chapter 1
Hurry up, Aurora. You gotta leave before he sees you.
Aurora was about to leave for work. She looked into the mirror that was hanging on her cream-colored walls in the doorway entrance of her apartment. She put her dark wavy hair into a ponytail, and then fluffed her fringe bangs. She touched the bags under her blue eyes, hoping the dark circles would go away. She picked up her big black-rimmed glasses that were sitting on the entryway table. She put the glasses on, and they fit snugly on the small curve of her flat nose that she had inherited from her grandfather. After she un-tucked her white long-sleeved blouse to hide the small of her curves on her slender body, she pulled down the blouse as much as she could to cover her hips.
“Where are ya goin’ dressed like that?” Gannon, her husband, said in his sly southern drawl. Gannon’s red hair was a mess. He was still in his pajamas.
“L-l-like what?” Aurora flinched.
I used to love seeing him next to me in the morning when I first woke up. She looked down at her outfit. But now… Along with the blouse, she was wearing black pants and black Chanel flats with small white ribbon bows on the front of them.
“What do you mean? I’m going to work.”
Why do I put up with this?
Gannon’s cheeks became red and flushed. “Not dressed like that you ain’t. Why'd you have makeup on?” He raised his red eyebrows and opened his brown eyes wide. “Who are you gettin’ dressed up for?” He laughed, but Aurora knew that he wasn’t joking.
I only have a little mascara on my eyelashes. She pushed her index finger against the bridge of her glasses.
“No, of course not,” Aurora said, shocked. “I dress like this all of the time, Gan. I wear makeup for myself. I don’t know why you care so much.” How can he see this small amount of makeup, anyway?
“Can’t you just do as I say?” Gannon said. “It would make me feel better for you to stop showing off your body.”
“But I’m...” Aurora looked down at her outfit again but couldn’t see her curves under her loose clothing.
“Put on a different shirt or at least a jacket. You know it’s cold in Madison.”
Aurora looked out the small window next to the door and heard a gust of wind. She shrugged her shoulders in agreement with Gannon’s comment.
“I grew up in cold weather, not in Alabama like you, Gannon.” Aurora had grown up on a small crop farm in northern Wisconsin. Her grandparents bought the land when they moved to the United States from Germany.
“Well,” she sighed, “if it would make you feel better.”
“Thanks, baby.”
Gannon opened up his arms and pulled Aurora into him, his arms muscular and cold. She stood there, stiff and enveloped in Gannon’s chest. A tear ran down her blushing face.
“You are too pretty to cry.” Gannon dried the tear and pushed her bangs behind her right ear. Aurora froze.
“Don’t leave home again without asking me what to wear. You know better. Besides, your body is too sexy for anyone to see it.” How is this sexy?
“Okay,” she stuttered, “I won’t.” Gannon gave her a black suit jacket to put on and she flashed him a fake smile. She grabbed her purse, keys, and coffee mug.
As Aurora stepped out of her house to lock the front door, she took a deep breath and inhaled the crisp air. As she exhaled, she tried to release the tension that had been building in her chest. She grabbed her phone from her purse, put her headphones in, and listened to Enya to relax her nerves. Her polished thumb, a glossy red, swiped the volume up across the screen. She walked up State Street in downtown Madison, Wisconsin, starting from the college to the state capitol building. This part of town was filled with restaurants, bars, and vintage clothing stores.
While she was a block past her house, she stopped and set her coffee mug on a park bench. She rolled her eyes as she took off the black suit jacket Gannon had urged her to wear. She draped the jacket over her arm, trying to dismiss the thought of Gannon from her mind. As Aurora continued to walk, she stared at the trees bursting with color. The colors reminded Aurora of the cold autumns in her hometown. In the summers, the fields were covered with crops of some sort, usually corn or hay rustling in the wind.
Aurora took out her headphones as she walked into her work building. The glass-fronted building was sandwiched between an art museum and an old Italian restaurant called Amore.
“Good morning, Mrs. Tousey,” Tiffany, Aurora's assistant, greeted her. She was a short brunette with curly hair wrapped in a bun.
“Morning,” Aurora replied as she opened her office door.
Next to Aurora’s office door was her nameplate. Aurora Tousey. Happy Living Magazine, Editor-in-Chief.
Aurora’s office had white walls with one painting made of colored squares of black, pink, and yellow. Her desk, where she spent many late nights editing, was pushed to a corner of the room. On the left of her desk was a full glass window overlooking the marbled Wisconsin state capitol building. She loved the way natural light was brought into the room. She also loved to watch people walk by and imagine their life stories. The window by her office door overlooked her assistant’s desk, but she usually kept the shades on that window closed. She liked her privacy.
On the wall behind Aurora’s desk hung her diploma in a dark brown wooden frame. In another frame was her first article published in The New York Times.
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Aurora’s phone rang. She pulled it from her purse. Shahrazad popped up. What could she want? Aurora picked up.
“Hey, Rora,” her friend said while sighing. Shazzy and Aurora had met in college during a public speaking class. Shazzy was shorter than Aurora. Aurora thought she was curvy and beautiful. Shazzy had black shoulder-length bouncy curls. Some would call her chubby, but she owned her body shape. Aurora wished she could love her body as Shazzy did. Aurora and Shazzy met through mutual friends a few years before at a party of one of Aurora’s college friends. Aurora loved that Shazzy was so smart, but also loved to live life on the edge. She wanted a spontaneous spark in her own life. Shazzy brought that, but sometimes Shazzy brought too much spontaneity.
“Hey, what’s up?” Aurora leaned back in her chair, cradling the phone against her cheek. “You okay, Shazzy? Don’t you have patients today?”
“I have a break now. I was wondering if I could stay the night at your place tonight.” Though Shazzy was a doctor, she was from a conservative Iranian family. Since she was unmarried, she still lived with her family, since that was her “family’s” values.
“I mean, sure. I just need to ask Gannon first,” Aurora said. “But why do you need to stay over? Is everything okay?”
“I got into a fight with my parents….”
“What
