Demolition Before the Bloom

champagne flutes. The department heads in their expensive sunglasses.

The very people who had just smiled at me ten minutes ago and told me how lovely my dress was.

They had all seen it.

Every single one of them.

They had seen a grown man violently shove his wife to the ground.

They saw the blood streaming down my face.

They saw my eight-year-old daughter continue reading …