My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

you decide whether to apologize or threaten me. Pick carefully.”

The kitchen went quiet.

Somewhere, on the television in the other room, the news anchor was talking about a storm system moving up the coast. The refrigerator hummed. My hand throbbed.

Daniel lunged for the island.

I think he was going for the lens. He didn’t make it. His foot came down on continue reading …