She sighed before looking back down to the ground.
“Which time?”
The question had me seeing red at the fact that there were numerous stories to pick from. “Your back.”
Another deep breath before her words came out in a rush.
“He was watching the game one day when I spilled a potted plant. I didn’t want it to stain the carpet, so I got the vacuum to clean it up. The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor. He had slammed me through our glass coffee table because I had interrupted his game.” She paused to look back at me. “Every time I tried to get up, another piece cut into me. I wanted to go to the hospital, but he wouldn’t let me leave. So, I sat in our bathroom for three hours trying to stitch myself, what little I could manage. The others I filled with super glue.”
I knew my
