He could feel his pulse ratchet up as he relived it again, the dream and the reality. “She flew into a rage, all the food she had cooked, all the plates, everything ended up smashed on the floor. She dragged me across the table slammed me into the still-hot stove and held me there, berating me. My father tried to intervene and she turned on him, stabbing him with a carving knife. She stabbed him twice before I could do anything and then she turned on me.” He held out his arm and fingered ...