Daithí nods.
"Why? What happened?"
The three of them exchange a look. I hate that look. It's the same one they've always used when they're trying to figure out how much to tell me.
"Daithí."
He sighs. "Lorenzo paid Da a visit."
I frown, I know this, but I don’t know what happened. "Okay?"
Nobody says anything and my stomach twists. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Because it didn't go well," Caden says.
"Define didn't go well."
Conn snorts into his tea, that's never a good sign.
I look between them. "What happened?"
Daithí leans back in his chair. "He found out about Da hurting you on your wedding day."
I stare at him. "Lorenzo already knew about that."
"He knew you'd been hit," Daithí says. "He didn't know Mam slapped you when you told her what Daire did to Orla."
The room goes quiet and I feel my chest tighten. "Oh."
"Yeah."
I look down at my tea. "What happened?"
Nobody answers immediately, which means it was bad.
"Daithí, please tell me."
He holds my gaze. "He broke Da's hand."
Everything inside me goes still. "What?"
"He broke Da's hand."
I blink, and then blink again. I’m certain I've misheard him. "He what?"
Caden sets his sandwich down. "He snapped it."
My mouth falls open. "No,” I gasp.
Caden nods. “Yep, and he dealt with Mam."
The look that crosses Daithí's face makes my stomach drop. "She put her hands on you when you told her about Orla," he tells me.
I go still. "And?"
Daithí's expression turns grim. "He slapped her. Did exactly what she did to you back to her.”
I can't catch my breath. The room starts to spin. All I can think of is that nobody has ever stood up for me, not like that, not ever. And I don't know what to do with the fact that my husband did.
