I tightened the brace around my ankle.
“You only have to stop lying about what happened.”
The neighbor placed a hand lightly on the back of my chair.
“She can stay here tonight if she needs somewhere safe.”
My husband looked at her.
“She’s my wife.”
The neighbor didn’t move.
“That doesn’t mean she has to get into your car.”
His face reddened.
“This is a family matter.”
“Not anymore,” she said.
He stared at her.
She continued calmly.
“You brought her into a public field. You left her there. People could have seen her. I saw her. And now I know what happened.”
My husband’s brother lowered his eyes.
His sister shifted uncomfortably.
His mother looked toward the SUV.
Nobody seemed to know what to do next.
Then my husband reached into his pocket.
He pulled out his phone.
“I’ll call a doctor.”
I shook my head.
