The radio hummed out some nameless tune that seemed to keep the beat with rain hitting the windscreen. She sat, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, waiting for the turning traffic to stop and the green arrow to signal it was her turn.
It was then that she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, and a feeling of cold dread spread across her whole body. Turning to the car next to her she saw him. The world around her seemed to swim and she struggled to regain her composure. He grinned that same grin that used to make her blood run cold and she saw him mouth the words that had become a daily threat five years ago when they were married. "you're dead bitch".
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