now we know how toxic it can be for children to grow up in such an ugly marriage.”
“Mom, please,” she said. She didn’t really want to talk about her mother’s marriage, how maybe it was a poison and even now they were all still feeling its effects. “We’ve been through this. You did what you thought was right. And I’ll do the same.”
Cora reached for Selena’s hand.
“You girls are strong,” Cora said. Her hand felt frail, but her grip was tight. “Stronger than I was.”
Was that true? Did it require more strength to stay in a bad marriage, or to walk away?
“What does that mean?”
“That you won’t make the same mistakes I did. You don’t have to. We’re here for you, to support you in making a change.”
Selena found that she couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. She didn’t want her to see how scared, how uncertain she was. The rest of her life was like a cliff she was about to walk off, hoping she had wings.
“We tell the girls who come to the shelter that our main objective is to give them time, space, safety to find a new way,” said Cora. “Many of them have nothing. You have everything.”
Cora and Paulo volunteered at the woman’s shelter in town, and Paulo took shifts at the suicide hotline. They were the kind of people who helped others, asking nothing in return, both of them. But the reference irked her.
“I’m not a battered woman, Mom.”
She thought of how she’d thrown that robot at Graham and he’d just stood there and taken it. It wasn’t the first time. Once she’d slapped him hard across the face.
“There are all kinds of abuse,” said Cora. “I wish someone had said to me, hey, I’ll help you find a way out of this mess. So that’s what I’m saying to you.”
Selena didn’t know how to respond, the words thank you were so tangled up with fear and her injured pride that she just couldn’t push them out. So she just got to her feet.
She had to go meet Graham and Will at the station where they were scheduled to answer questions for the police. She and Graham had agreed not to talk about his affair with Geneva. Graham had deleted all the videos from her computer and from the web application for the camera.
If the police really come looking, they’ll find the files, and know I deleted them, he said.
He was right. She’d researched this. Apparently there was software like Oxygen Forensic that allowed the police to recover deleted files. Or they might access those videos from the camera company, which likely stored them on their cloud. They’d need a warrant, of course. She was praying that it wouldn’t come to all that.
Why did she let him do it? Why didn’t she make him come clean to the police? Because she couldn’t. She didn’t believe he would hurt Geneva. But those videos would start a narrative, one that was too familiar, too easy for the police to make dark assumptions about.
Don’t give them anything, Will had concurred. Make them come looking. Don’t answer any questions beyond what you’ve told them already until I’m present. Not a word. Are we clear?
Won’t that make us look like we’re hiding something?
It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It only matters that you don’t say anything that they can use to hurt you and Graham.
Will’s cool practicality was one of the things that always annoyed Selena. She was so hot—quick to anger, eager to fight, work it out, make up. He was so measured with his words, calm to the point of being lethargic. That easy tone of his voice was soothing to her now.
We’ll get this managed. Don’t worry.
Maybe that’s what he said to all his clients. Because how could he know? Maybe he just thought he knew them, knew Graham. They’d formed a kind of friendship over the years, accepted each other. Selena, too, had come to enjoy Will’s wife—now ex. Bella had left Will for another woman. Poor guy. Selena still saw Bella in Saturday morning yoga sometimes. She had a svelte, strong body—so did her new girlfriend.
“Selena,” said her mother again, snapping her back. She couldn’t seem to keep her focus. “Are you listening?”
“No,” she said. “Sorry.”
Her mother, who suddenly seemed tired around her gray eyes, a bit washed out, repeated herself.
“See him through this if you must,” she said. “But don’t stay. It’s not worth it. He won’t stop. You always think it’s going