My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

smooth it out.

I said no.

I want to remember exactly how it felt.

I want to remember the second I understood that I was not going to die in that kitchen. That I had built, slowly and carefully, with my own two hands, a door out. That when the moment came, I did not run.

I reached.

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