My husband slammed my hand onto the burning stove because the steak was “overcooked.” As I collapsed in agony, my mother-in-law stepped over me, laughing, “She needs to learn her place.” My father-in-law just turned up the TV. They thought I was reaching for a bandage. I smiled through the tears and whispered, “enjoy your last few minutes of peace.” then, the siren lights flashed outside…
Julian, now secured and being hauled to his feet by the arresting officers, stared at me as if a stranger had suddenly possessed his wife’s body. The realization of his total, inescapable defeat was finally setting in.
“You planned this,” he breathed, the fight draining out of him. “Every day… you were just watching me.”