“I didn’t fall.”
“I know.”
“I need to say it.”
His jaw tightened.
“Then say it.”
I turned my head toward him.
“Ethan did this.”
The words filled the small room.
Nothing dramatic followed them.
No thunder.
No sudden relief.
A nurse quietly lowered her eyes and wrote something on the chart.
Liam inhaled once through his nose.
Then he nodded.
“Okay.”
That simple word nearly broke me.
I had expected questions.
1 thought on “My husband beat me until I lost consciousness, then calmly told everyone at the hospital I had “slipped in the shower.””