You look away toward the tether. “Why don’t you just fight your way out?”
I wait for you to look up at me. You don’t. “I’ll never understand why she didn’t fight more. I don’t get why she never tried…”
“I don’t know…” I say. “Me? I have three broken ribs and a hole in my foot. How far do you really think I’m going to get? Plus… I’m not scared of you. I’ll heal in time. As for her, I think she wanted to be here, a part of her did. I think she wanted to see if he’d come.”
You meet my eyes then. “You think?”
“I don’t think much of her, no.”
“You’re right—” you exclaim. I heard the surprise in your tone, and it catches me off guard. “I think she knew her husband was going to kill her…. I think he found out about the affair, and that was that. She came to you…”
“Probably,” I say, and you
