As soon as he saw my face, he stopped singing and threw his glass across the room, shattering it. I jumped in fear.

“I told you not to show me your face!” he shouted, as if my existence alone angered him.

The breeze played with the curtains while the window creaked every few minutes. The rain grew louder.

“What are you looking at, huh? Are you happy?” he poured another glass and drank. “I lost him because of you and your mother! If your mother hadn’t married him, he wouldn’t ...