We all picked our sides, and I fell on the side of wearing her shoes. I knew trauma could break you. Dismantle your insides. Pull your sense of reality right out from underneath you. Twist you and push you into doing things you never thought you were capable of doing. It wasn’t that she’d stabbed her husband 117 times. As awful as that was, nobody really blamed her for doing it, especially after what he’d done. Lots of people thought he deserved it.
