“Give me back my wife! I want my wife! You just wait till I get you! I will cut your face! You think you can leave me? No man will ever want you when I am finished with you! You are mine, do you hear me? You are mine or you are dead.” I sat in the dark, rocking my baby in my arms, waiting for him to leave or for the cops to arrive, whichever came first. I was absolutely petrified that someone would be going in or out of the building and that they would let him in.
