I touched my silver bracelet again.

The cold metal pressed into my wrist.

“I am not going to apologize for something that did not happen,” I said.

“Get on your knees and apologize to her,” Daniel said.

“Show these people you take responsibility for your violent behavior, or get out.”

He was daring me to fight back.

He wanted a screaming match in front of his family and the neighbors.

He needed a chaotic scene to prove to everyone that I was unstable and abusive.