My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

my face. Let them see a trembling wife. Let them believe six years of in:sults, threats, and carefully hidden bru:ises had made me small.

They had never asked why I chose this house.

They had never wondered why I insisted the kitchen island be custom built.

They had never noticed the tiny black lens tucked under the overhang, pointed straight at the stove.continue reading …