Unintended Retribution by Virginia Hainsworth
He slammed the door as he left. Its sound echoed down the hall. Celia sat down on the bar stool in the kitchen and pressed the damp towel against her eye. A normal start to a normal day, although to be fair to Joel, he didn’t usually strike her face. To be fair to Joel! She remonstrated with herself. He wasn’t exactly fair to her. And yet today would turn out to be anything other than normal. She stepped down from the stool and walked unsteadily over to the sink to run the towel again under the cool water. She turned the tap on, put the towel in the sink and, leaving it there, walked out of the kitchen and towards the cupboard under the stairs. The light bulb in the cupboard had blown and so she reached inside and fumbled about, eventually locating the reassuring, comforting feel of the tall, slim bottle right at the back. She was about to grasp it and pull it out, when she felt something else. Squashy, plump fabric of s...