read 3:17 a.m.
I saw myself lying in bed.
Then, slowly, I
sat up.
My eyes were open.
But there was something wrong with the way I moved.
I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bedroom door.
George woke a few seconds later.
On the video, he called my name.
I didn’t respond.
I walked into the hallway.
Then toward the stairs.
“George…”
“Keep watching.”
I reached the top step.
My body suddenly swayed.
And then I started to fall forward.
George rushed toward me.
He caught me by my right arm and shoulder and pulled me backward with all his strength.
I collapsed against him.
The video shook as he reached for the phone.
I stopped breathing.
My hand instinctively touched the bruise.
“That’s where this came from?”
“Yes.”
“Then why did you lie this morning?”
George lowered his eyes.
“Because this wasn’t