The rest is just logistics.

Chapter 3 — Three Cracks

I caught his raised hand before it could fall again.

I will not dwell on what happened next, because it was brief, and because it was defense, not cruelty.

It is enough to say that I did what I had been trained to do to a hand raised against me, quickly and precisely, and that Luca went down to his knees with a scream, cradling three broken fingers, and that his hand would spend our brief remaining marriage in a cast.

I did not enjoy it.