I stepped back and lifted the phone high. “Calling the police.”
Vanessa jumped up. “Are you insane? It was one slap.”
“One slap two days after the wedding,” I said, my voice shaking but clear. “That’s not a mistake. That’s a preview.” Post-weddingsupport
Daniel’s expression changed again. The anger faded just enough for calculation to show. He softened his voice, using the same tone he had used with my parents at the rehearsal dinner.
“Emily,” he said, “don’t be dramatic. I lost my temper. You threw food everywhere.”
“You hit me first.”
“You humiliated my sister.”
“I asked her to sit at a table.”
Vanessa scoffed. “You came into our family acting like a queen.”
That sentence told me everything.
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