“What were you thinking?” he said.

She shrugged.

“I did it for us.”

That sentence told me everything I needed to know.

Not are you all right. Not what have you done. He asked the woman who had assaulted me what she had been thinking, as though the problem were her judgment and not her crime — and she answered him as though they were a we, and I was the obstacle.

I walked past both of them without another word.