When he realized that the wife whose arm he had cut off and whom he’d left for dead would be the one to end him. I wanted him to know—he did not break me, as that was never his choice to make. I wanted to see the moment he realized that everything he had done to me—every slap, every punch, every kick—was kindling. It built me up into a raging wildfire, and now it was time for him to burn.”
