Sometimes she wonders if he thinks about her. About what he did to her. She thinks about it… She thinks about him… She wonders if he feels bad. If he gets on his knees and begs for forgiveness from a God he solidified she'd never believe in. She wants to haunt him. The way he haunts her. I'm nights like this when even her husband's breathing makes her jump. Nights like tonight make her think about telling him… but she just can't bring herself to.
So instead she indulges the fantasy that he feels guilty. That he prays for forgiveness.