“Because she was upset about her hair.”
He stared at her.
“How did you know that?”
She looked toward me.
Then back at him.
“I saw her when Lucia arrived.”
“No,” I said. “You left the house before Lucia came.”
Sabrina’s face tightened.
“I don’t remember the exact timing.”
Michael moved closer.
“Sabrina, did you know what happened before Mom got to the church?”
She looked down.
“Michael, this is supposed to be our wedding day.”
He didn’t move.
“Answer me.”
Her eyes filled.
For a moment, I thought she might tell the truth.
Instead, she whispered, “Your mother is trying to destroy our marriage before it’s even begun.”
Michael looked at me.
I could see how badly he wanted the accusation to be true.
It would have been easier than considering what his wife might have done.
I returned the recorder to my handbag.
“The recording proves what Sabrina said at the church,” I told him. “It doesn’t prove who shaved my head.”
Sabrina seized on that.
“Exactly!”
“But I also have the card, photographs Lucia took of my injuries, and a record of who stayed in my home last night. I’m going to report what happened and let the facts be examined.”
Michael lowered himself into a chair.
Sabrina stared at the door.
Then I said something she clearly hadn’t expected.
“The property transfers are a separate decision. I stopped them this morning, before I came to the wedding.”
