Sarah swallowed hard. “He came home tonight smiling. Brought flowers. Said he wanted to fix everything. Then he asked if I really thought I could ruin him and walk away.” Her voice faltered. “When I tried to leave, he shoved me into the kitchen counter. Then he kicked me while I was on the floor.”
My hands went cold.
Mark’s voice thundered through the door again. “She lies, Emily! You know how she is. She’s unstable.”
That line. The one men like him always use. And Mom—with her loyalty to appearances—had handed it to him like a loaded weapon.
I unlocked my phone and dialed 911 with shaking fingers. Keeping my voice low, I gave my address and said, “My sister is injured. Her husband is outside my house trying to get in. I think she has a broken rib. He assaulted her.”
The dispatcher told me officers and an ambulance were on the way.
Before I could even breathe, the back motion light snapped on.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Emily.”
I turned toward the kitchen window just in time to see a shadow move past the glass.
“He has the spare gate code,” I whispered.
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