Marilyn
She stood staring after that man, as tears spilled down her face from his attack on her. It was uncalled-for she had never met him before, as far as she knew. She couldn’t understand what she’d done to deserve his anger or brute force. If she had been his wife? And divorced him? As he’d stated, ‘ex-wife’, she could now see why she would have left him, and didn’t recall it either.
She was probably traumatised by him, and probably didn’t want to remember all the physical abuse that she was likely to have suffered at his hands, behind closed doors inside their home.
She took a shaking breath in and dashed her tears away and looked at Lisa. “Are... you alright?” she asked, as she finally pulled herself together and stepped over to help her up off the ground. Only to hear her cry out
