Ryan Savage
There are two wars. The one Tate and I fight—begrudgingly—together, and the more violent and destructive one we fight against each other. If we’re unsuccessful, it’ll be because we’ve offed each other.
It’s my only way out of this marriage, so my getting rid of my “dear husband” Tate is an inevitability. One I look forward to.
Especially on nights like this one.