So, out of desperation more than anything else, I pull his shirt so that he stops turning his back on me, looks me in the face and explains his behavior to me.

But what I had taken for guilt was really just anger. An anger that he is unable to contain any longer.

A blink of an eye later, I'm sitting on the ground without even understanding how I managed to find myself on this carpet lower than David's crib. I touch my cheek, burning. My left ear is ringing. My eyes are closed but I see dozens of stars dancing in front of my eyelids. I don't understand what...