My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.
“No,” I said carefully.
“Nothing that happened between grown-ups is your fault.”
“But Grandma said everyone is upset because I keep asking questions.”
“You are allowed to ask questions.
The adults will take care of the adult problems.”
She touched the edge of my sling.
“When you get better, can we make pancakes?”
“As many as you like.”