The office was full — Yvette, Wanda with a notebook, Tiffany hovering by the door, and, leaning against the filing cabinet, a uniformed officer with an incident report open in his hands.
“This is a circus,” Marlene began.
“You called the police because my clumsy daughter-in-law tripped?”
“Please sit, ma’am,” the officer said.
“A family matter stops being private the moment an assault happens in a monitored public space.
The hospital reported a serious head injury.
I’m here to look at the footage.”
I will not walk you through that video frame by frame, because the people in that room didn’t need it walked through and neither do you.
It showed the truth.
It showed Marlene strike me, and shove me, and it showed me fall.