My daughter had her jacket pressed against her chest.
The first relative who had finally challenged him remained beside her instead of returning to the group.
And my mother looked terrified of whatever sentence was about to come next.
“I heard her crying before,” the second relative finally said.
My husband immediately cut in.
“You don’t know what you heard.”
The relative looked up.
“I heard you yelling at her in the hallway the last time everyone was here.”