My husband viciously slapped me in our dining room tonight over late dinner. “Eat your portion with the seasoning Mother left,” he spat,
The reaction was instantaneous. The heavy steel security shutters I’d installed “for hurricane season” slammed down over every window with a deafening *CRASH*. We were plunged into pitch blackness for a fraction of a second before the smart home system snapped back on, flooding the room in a stark, pulsating emergency red. *Click. Click. Click.*…