When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out initially.

I had expected questions about the wine, the argument, or the bill, but I hadn’t expected someone to ask about fear.

PART 5

I stared at my hands.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I had never been able to explain the last two years in a straight line.

The incidents sounded small when separated.

Spencer had once turned around on the highway because I disagreed with him about a family invitation.