I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I didn't. "My parents? My parents didn't care about my wellbeing. They never cared as long as they got money. As long as they lived in riches, poor young Jasamina could take it all."

"The day I showed Mama my bruises, she smiled a bit and told me to suck it up. She said I had to grow up and learn to endure because a lot of married women do. She told me stories of how she suffered as a poor farmer's wife."

I still remember the pain that ...