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.
“They’re moving forward,” I said.
He set down the knife.
He didn’t smile.
“Are you all right?”
“I thought I’d feel vindicated.”
“You might feel a lot of things.”
I sat down.
“I’m afraid he’ll blame me even more.”
