I see the pink blur of my hand as it slaps his face. Those aren’t my hands. They can’t be. And then I watch as they do it another time, stunned as they connect. They’re attached to my body, but a force outside my control has taken them over. I can’t believe what they’ve done. How could they do that? Moonlight floods through the bay window and lands on my wedding ring. The diamonds wink at me mockingly like they know my secret. I grip the bed rails and continue circling his bed as I stifle the urge to scream.
