All their fights, their screaming, their yelling, their beating.
She could handle all that.
All the fighting, her screaming, her yelling, his beating.
She could maybe handle all that.
Saturday night. March 1998.
A threat from the man to the woman, a knife in hand. An unaimed shot.
An 8 year old trying to show her drawing, a paper in hand. A ground-dropping jaw.
Another threat from the man to the woman, a glass in hand. A well-aimed shot.
Everything blurred that moment.
Everything blurred for the last time that moment.