Like a Piece of Meat

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, just as he starts the car.

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I did the same thing to you, or do you not remember?”

I sink into my seat remembering how it felt when he began to read the article about my accident, when he forced me into a panic attack.

The tension between us increases until I’m bouncing my leg on the ground to try and balance myself. He’s angry, and it’