"Where were you?" Renaud's voice was tired and groggy.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I will sleep on the couch." I got up but he held my arm, tight enough to hurt.
"I asked you a question." His threatening voice sent a chill up my spine.
"I was at the orphanage."
"This late?"
"Ow, will you let go! You're hurting me!"
"Why are you only coming to bed at this hour?" He squeezed harder.
"Why do you care anyways?" Angry and scared at the same time, I tried to shake his hand, but his grip was so tight, my arm would most likely bruise.
'What is wrong with him? Did I just marry into an abusive relationship?'
"You are my wife! You are always gone and coming to bed late every day and gone all day! Answer me! What are you doing at this ungodly hour?!" Without releasing his strong grip on my arm, he sat up in bed.
