Diane raised her phone. Screen aimed right at me.
“Or you don’t apologize. And I send the whole family a look at how you grabbed a child.”
I bolted for the back door.
Mark stepped across and blocked it.
“You’re not going out there running your mouth today.”
“Move.”
“Everybody outside already knows you’re off your meds and hitting your kid.”
I stopped.
“Who already knows?”
Diane answered like she was commenting on the weather.
“I already sent the video to three relatives.”
I turned and looked at her.
She wiggled her phone.
“Bennett Family group too. You saw it, didn’t you? My sister. Your cousin out in California. Right about now they’re probably asking how Nora went crazy again.”
My fingers went numb.
The lie was complete.
The pills in my mother-in-law’s hand. My phone in my husband’s pocket. The video on relatives’ phones.
