Sandra entered Kendrick's bedroom as he was tending to his bruise. He apologizes to his mother.
“I'm sorry, Mom! How was Dad?”
“He's in our room now, resting,” Sandra says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Kendrick sighs. Sandra was still staring at him, waiting for him to speak up, but when he didn't, Sandra stood up and drew closer to him. She took the cotton ball and applied some antiseptic to help him treat his bruises.
“It stings, Mom!” Sandra pressed the cotton ball against the side of Kendrick's mouth harder, causing Kendrick to whine.
“And do you think it hurts more than what you did to your wife?”
“They're different!”
Sandra smacked him across the chest with her fist. “I'm a woman, and I understand how upsetting it must be for Samantha to consider what you've done to her. Sh
