dangerous. The kitchen light was warm. The dishwasher was running. Noah had been telling me about a science project while Daniel moved between the stove and the counter, acting like any other husband preparing a family meal. He even complained about the grocery store being crowded. A normal complaint. A normal night. That was what made it difficult to understand when my body suddenly stopped cooperating. I remember setting my fork down. I remember looking across the table at Noah and seeing confusion on his face. Then the room shifted.
The next thing I knew, my cheek was against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. I could hear. I could feel. But I could not move the way I wanted to. I heard Daniel leave the room. I heard his voice on the phone. Kitchen & Dining The words were not loud, but they were enough. He spoke like
