She frowned.
“You fell?”
“No.”
“Dad?”
George was sitting at the dining table. He didn’t look up. I lowered my voice.
“He says he doesn’t know either.”
Sarah stared at him for a long moment.
Then she took me into the hallway.
“Mom, was Dad beside you all night?”
“Yes.”
“And you really don’t remember how that happened?”
“No.”
Her voice
became quieter.
“Has anything like this ever happened before?”
I immediately understood what she was asking.
“Sarah, your father has never hurt me.”
“I’m not accusing him.”
But she looked scared.
And, for the first time, so was I. An hour later, she drove me to our doctor.
Dr. Collins examined the bruise carefully.
He asked whether I had fallen recently, whether I had started any new medication, and whether I had noticed unexplained bruises anywhere else.
Then he asked something that made Sarah and me both go silent.
“Was your husband beside you last night?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Do you remember waking up?”
“No.”
He looked at me for a few seconds.
Then he asked gently:
“Do you feel safe at home?”
My stomach tightened.
“Yes. Of course.”
But I hated that I had hesitated before answering.
He ordered some tests and told me to come back the following
day.
When we returned home, George was waiting in the living room.
“What did the doctor say?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I stood in front of him.
“Tell me what happened last night.”
His face went pale.
“Margaret…”
“You know where this bruise came from.”
He said nothing.
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Slowly, he did.
Then he said:
“If I tell you, promise me you’ll watch everything before you decide what you think.”
That sentence frightened me more than anything else that day.
He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
Then he opened a video.
The image showed our bedroom.
I stared at him.
“Why were you recording us?”
“For three weeks.”
My blood ran cold.
“Three weeks?”
He didn’t explain.
He simply pressed play.
The timestamp read 3:17 a.m.
I saw myself lying in bed.
Then, slowly, I
sat up.
My eyes were open.
But there was something wrong with the way I moved.
I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bedroom door.
George woke a few seconds later.
On the video, he called my name.
