He pulled my arm tighter.
“Don’t blow this up.”
“I’m already bleeding.”
“You’ll scare the kid.”
“Tyler’s a kid. What does that make me?”
Diane was still screaming at the person with the phone.
“Say it! Tell them she’s lost her mind!”
My medical bracelet snapped. The thin chain flew off into the flowerbed.
My heart meds were on there. My emergency contact.
I watched it land in the dirt.
Mark still hadn’t corrected her. Not one word.
The neighbor put the phone to his ear.
“911? There’s a domestic dispute here. Someone’s hurt—”
Diane lunged. Ripped the phone out of his hand. Put it to her mouth.
The sirens were still coming down the street. Mark had me pinned to the lounge chair.
Diane had Tyler by the shoulder, pushing his sleeve up over that red ring of marks.
“Look at this! She grabbed him! My daughter-in-law’s off her meds, she’s lost her mind!”
