I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

pantry, the passage, the thuds, the man in the dark, and the sentence Margaret spoke about our unborn child.

“She said the baby would learn who came first,” Emily says.

My mother sits very still.

For once, no tears come.

Without them, everyone sees her.

The verdicts come back guilty.

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