For Months My Mother Quietly Built the Case Against My Husband — Then Made Sure the Truth Would Reach Me No Matter What He Did
I held up my arm, and showed him the red marks rising on my skin where his fingers had been.
“No, Richard,” I said.
“I’m just finally remembering who I am.”
Chapter 19 — My Body Spoke
My mother woke at sunrise.
Her eyes opened slowly, like a pair of old blinds being drawn, and I was at her side in an instant.