My son hit me last night, and I said nothing. The next morning, I draped my lace tablecloth over the table, prepared a full Southern breakfast, and brought out the fine china as though it were a celebration.

Assault of a family member is taken seriously in this county.”

Daniel’s confidence crumbled. “Mom, I didn’t mean it,” he said softly. “I was stressed.”

“So was your father,” Elaine said sharply. “And he never laid a hand on anyone.”

Daniel shoved his chair back. “This is crazy. You’re all turning on me.”

“No,” I said calmly. “This is accountability.”

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