Chapter 2: The Calm Before the Storm
The ambulance arrived first. Paramedics cleaned the gash on my temple while police officers questioned the stunned family members. Jackson stammered excuses — “It was an accident,” “She provoked me,” “We were just arguing.”
His family backed him up with murmurs and averted eyes. Margaret even tried to pull the officer aside, whispering about “marital issues” and how I was “overreacting.”
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I sat there bleeding, phone recording every word, and said nothing more. The quiet power in my silence unnerved them more than any shouting could.
At the hospital, the doctor confirmed a mild concussion and stitches. I refused to let Jackson in the room. That night, alone in the sterile bed, I stared at the ceiling and made my decision. This was the end of pretending.
