Vera keeps the light trained on the man’s face so she doesn’t miss anything. “Well,” she whispers. “You should have thought of that.” She pauses for a moment, taking an inventory of the words she knows, the worst ones, the ones she doesn’t often use but wants to learn to wield smoothly, without stuttering or pausing. She puts the full weight of her fury behind the word. “You should have thought of that before you raised Brandon to be such a cunt.”
