Leon's face was ashen with fury. "Gloria! What did you do?!"
The irony was so thick it nearly choked me. "I didn't push her."
Then Hayden burst out of his room.
Leon turned to him. "Hayden, tell Daddy. What did you see?"
The boy raised his hand and pointed straight at me.
"It was her! She pushed Mama Pamela!"
Leon's gaze swung back to me. The cold in his eyes seeped through my skin and settled into my bones.
Pamela groaned, clutching her leg. "I think my leg is broken... It hurts so much..."
Leon's voice cut through the air like ice. "Gloria. Children don't lie. I didn't think it was possible, but you're still the same jealous woman you've always been."
His jaw tightened. "Clearly, you won't learn unless I teach you a lesson."
He turned to his men. "Break her legs."
They closed in on me.
The moment I saw those cold, merciless faces, every memory from the psychiatric facility came flooding back. The restraints. The electroshock. Being pinned to the ground, unable to move.
I screamed. "Stay away! Stay away from me! Help! Don't touch me! Get back!"
My shrieking stopped them in their tracks.
Leon walked over and slammed me to the floor himself.
"Still putting on an act."
He didn't believe me.