'I Went Back to Him, to the Home I Feared I Might Die In'

The last thing that I remember before falling down the stairs was my husband’s hand wrapped so tightly around my throat that the edges of my vision had begun to turn black, and my desperately clawing at his face in an attempt to do anything needed to get away.

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