PART 1
“Leave her there. The broken leg will be her punishment for not knowing how to obey.”
My husband Luke’s voice was ice-cold, echoing through the kitchen as his mother, Celina, stood over me, still gripping her heavy wooden rolling pin.
I was collapsed on the freezing tile floor. My left leg was completely immobilized, radiating a blinding, agonizing pain that shot straight up my spine. And this entire nightmare had started simply because… I gently suggested the dinner stew was too salty for my father-in-law Barron’s medical condition.
When Luke walked in, my foolish heart thought the man who once swore to protect me would immediately call an ambulance.
Instead, he crouched down, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look into his empty, indifferent eyes.
“Clover, you always provoke my mother. What would it cost you to just keep your mouth shut?”
