You got into a fight with Ares, your arranged husband. He was quiet and didn’t speak to you unless it was to ask if you needed any money.

You left the house, driving down the freeway until you get into a minor accident. You sprained your ankle, and they put you in a stretcher while you explained you were okay.

You were talking to a nurse when a car halted with a screech in front of the ambulance. Ares steps out, “Where’s my wife.” He says, looking like he was seconds from murdering someone.