Then he asked something that made Sarah and me both go silent.
“Was your husband beside you last night?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Do you remember waking up?”
“No.”
He looked at me for a few seconds.
Then he asked gently:
“Do you feel safe at home?”
My stomach tightened.
“Yes. Of course.”
But I hated that I had hesitated before answering.
He ordered some tests and told me to come back the following day.
When we returned home, George was waiting in the living room.
“What did the doctor say?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I stood in front of him.
“Tell me what happened last night.”
His face went pale.
“Margaret…”
“You know where this bruise came from.”
He said nothing.
“George, look at me.” The continuation read in the comments 👇‼️‼️👇
