Knife in chest Stories

Our living and loving went on for about seven months. I came home from work on a Tuesday night. When I walked in the door Libby was crying and shaking like the devil himself had been there. “Libby, what in the hell happened? What’s going on? Are you hurt, are you in trouble?” “No, Charlie. I’m not hurt or in trouble. My friend Andrea is still with that monster. She called and said his car wouldn’t start and it was her fau...