"You're overreacting," I said softly.
"She wants Harvey dead!" Evelyn wailed, lunging again, but I dodged her. Turning to the crowd of onlookers, whose phones were already filming, she cried, "What wife would let her husband burn? She's killing him herself! She's a venomous creature!"
The murmurs grew louder. The crowd's whispers surrounded me, like ghostly accusations that I couldn't swat away. Some shook their heads in disgust; others muttered darkly, their voices blending with the rising noise of crackling fire.
Lucia stepped in front of me again, her voice trembling but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Why won't you save him? You have the card! What is wrong with you, Maya?"
There was no hatred between me and my husband. On the contrary, our relationship was quite good. We had been together since university, going from school uniforms to wedding attire. After five years together, he had always treated me well.