I force her to look at me by raising her chin. She looks ashamed. “Don’t pity me,” she whispers, which is a really weird thing to fucking say, but not the weirdest thing she’s said tonight. “I don’t pity you. I’m fucking pissed, though.” She trembles at the sharp rise in my voice. She looks like she fears I might hit her. I am mad, but not at her. I’m pissed at her piece of shit husband.
