My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

lifted my head. My burned hand pulsed against my collarbone, raw and weeping. I looked straight at the camera lens tucked under the overhang. Not at him. At it.

“For overcooking your steak,” I said.

Nine Months

People will ask, later, why I waited.

The honest answer is that I didn’t. I started leaving the day I understood I was trapped. I just didn’t run.continue reading …