And so my attorney and I did not have to hunt them down or force a confession.

We only had to set a quiet room, and wait, and let their own need to stand over me one more time walk them directly into it.

I had spent a marriage being the helpless audience for their cruelty.

For three days, I became the trap it walked into.

Three days after the night on the kitchen floor, the door of my hospital room opened, and they came in.

All three of them, dressed up, carrying a bright bouquet of flowers, wearing the faces of a concerned and loving family come to visit their poor injured girl.