Darnell’s eyes snapped toward him.
“Police?”
“You assaulted the owner of this property on camera,” Vincent said. “In front of witnesses.”
“It was a private argument.”
“It was battery.”
Candace stepped back half a pace.
“I wasn’t involved,” she said quickly.
Lenora looked at her.
Candace stopped moving.
The room seemed to sharpen around them. Lenora had imagined many times what she might say to Candace if she ever found courage. She had imagined screaming, accusing, exposing. But now that the moment had come, all the sharp words felt too cheap.
“You were involved every time you smiled while he humiliated me,” Lenora said. “Every time you came into my home and pretended not to know what you were doing. Every time you called me unstable because it made it easier for you to stand next to my husband without shame.”
Candace’s mouth tightened. “You don’t know anything about me.”
