I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

door, trying to pull the panel shut. I move before I think. Not to protect her. Not anymore. I catch her wrist.

She stares at my hand around her arm.

For the first time in my life, my mother looks shocked that I am stronger than her story.

“Let go of me,” she hisses.

“No.”

Her face crumples automatically. The tears come fast, trained, perfect.

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