I reached across the table and held her hand.
“Like I said, it came out of nowhere. He felt terrible about hitting me and he apologized over and over after it happened. He held an icepack on my cheek to help the swelling go down… I told him even if it’s against our religious beliefs, I’ll divorce him if ever hits me again… He promised me he’d never hit me again and agreed to get some counseling.”
I was so filled with rage that I wanted to go directly to the police station, wait outside and strangle him with my bare hands. I took a deep breath and stood up.
“James… What are you doing? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go take care of the situation,” I said.
Grace quickly stood up, walked around the booth to my side, firmly grabbed my arm and whispered frantically.
“Please, James. I
