Chapter 10 - The Husband’s Desperate Plea From the County Jail
At 9:00 PM, the hospital room telephone rang softly beside my bed, blinking with an incoming outside line indicator.
I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear, listening to the automated recording from the county detention facility.
“You have a collect call from an inmate at the Travis County Correctional Facility... Press one to accept.”
I pressed one.
“Rachel? Rachel, please tell me you dropped those crazy charges,” my husband’s voice pleaded through the static.
“My mother is having panic attacks in her cell, and my court-appointed lawyer says I’m facing ten years!”
His tone had shifted completely from the arrogant tyrant of the porch to a desperate, whining coward.
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“You called me a broken wife and told me my daughters were worthless,” I replied, my voice steady and cold.
“Now you get to experience what happens when the rest of the world holds you accountable.”
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