Then he looked at me.
And for the first time in our marriage, he had to decide which woman he was willing to tell the truth about.
Graham’s mouth opened, but nothing came out at first.
Judith stepped closer to him, her eyes sharp now that fear had replaced performance.
“Graham,” she warned.
He looked at the message on my screen again.
Then he said, “She pushed you.”
The words were quiet, but they changed the room.
Judith’s face twisted. “You were upstairs.”
“I was at the doorway,” he said. “I saw your hand on her back.”
My husband had known from the beginning.
He had watched his mother push me, heard my body hit the stairs, and still spent the drive to the hospital building an accident around her.
Dr. Mercer did not celebrate the admission or turn it into a speech.
He simply asked both of them to leave so the nurse could finish documenting my condition.
